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FATINITZA. 


JVIu^id    by 
FRANZ   VON   SUPPE. 

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FATINITZA 


A  Comic   Opera 


IN    THREE    ACTS. 


MUSIC   BY 


FRANZ    VON    SUPP^. 


PUBr.ISHKl)    AT 

THE  THEATRE  TICKET  OFFICE,  No.  Ill  BROADWAY, 

NEW  YORK. 


DRAMATIS   PERSONS. 


VLADIMIR,    I      ^  T>      ■       T-     , 

FATTNFIVA    \  "  -^'^'"'6'  -tCusstan  Lieutenant. 

PRINCESS  LYDIA,  Niece  of  the  Count. 
COUNT    TLMOFEY    KANTSCHAKOFF,     a 

Rusftian  General. 
YFFIZ  PASHA,  Governor  of  the  Turkish  Fort 

Isakshd. 
WASILI,  Captain  of  Eussian  Infantry. 
OSIPP,  Lieutenant. 
STEIPANN,  Sergeant. 

JULIAN,  a  Special  Newspaper  Correspondent. 
HASSAN  BEY,  Leader  of  the  BasM-Bazouks. 


IVAN,  1 

NIKOPHOR,  I 

FEODOR, 

DIMITRI,        I 

NOURMAHAL,  ] 

ZULEIKA,  ( 

DION  A,  (■ 

BESEIKA,  J 

MUSTAPHA,  Guard  of  the  Harem. 

WINKA,  a  Bnh/arian  S])}/. 

HANNA,  his  Wife. 

ADJUTANT. 


Ritssian  Cadets. 


Yffis  Pasha's  Wives. 


Russian  Soldiers,  Bashi-Bazouls,  Cossacks,  Moorish   Women,  Nubian  Slaves,  Russian  Serfs,  Sleigh 

Drivers,  etc.,  etc.,  etc. 


ARGUMENT. 


A  HANDSOMK  aud  very  youthful  lieutenant  of 
a  Circassian  regiment  in  the  Russian  army, 
named  Vladimir  Samoiloff,  while  mnsqueradiiitf 
in  girl's  dress  under  the  name  of  Fatinitza,  is 
met  by  a  rough  old  general,  Count  Timofcy 
Kantschakoff",  who  falls  violently  in  love  with 
him.  Vladimir  extricates  himself  from  this 
dilemma,  and  afteiwards,  in  Odessa,  meets  the 
general's  niece,  the  Princess  Lydia  Ivanovna, 
whom  he  knows  only  as  Lyaia ;  and  the  two 
form  a  romantic  attachment.  Hearing  of  this, 
the  old  general  has  the  young  officer  transferred 
to  the  outposts  of  the  Russian  army  on  the 
Danube. 

The  piece  opens  with  a  scene  in  camp  before 
Rustchuk.  After  some  characteristic  military 
scenes,  during  which  Vladimir  tells  the  story  of 
his  love  for  Lydia,  an  American  newspaper 
special  correspondent,  Julian  Hardy,  the  good 
genius  of  about  everybody  in  the  piece,  is 
brought  on  by  the  Cossacks  as  a  spy,  but  is 
recognized  hy  Vladimir  as  an  old  friend.  To 
relieve  the  ennui  of  camp-life,  he  proposes  that 
they  have  some  private  theatricals, — a  sugges- 
tion which  is  hailed  with  delight.  Vladimir 
agrees  to  play  the  "  leading  lady  ;"  and,  while 
all  the  company  has  retired  to  dress  for  the  re- 
hearsal. Gen.  Kantschakoff  arrives  unexpectedly. 
He  pounces  upon  Julian,  who  escapes  by  show- 
ing his  ])assports,  and  quite  gets  the  better  of 
the  old  general  by  his  professional  impudence. 
Vladimir  then  comes  on  in  peasant-giil's  attire, 
and  is  recognized  by  the  general  as  his  first  and 
only  love,  Fatinitza.  Then  como  the  cadets, 
soldiers,  and  officers,  disguised  in  all  sorts  of 
absurd  costumes,  to  the  great  astonishment  and 
intense  rage  of  the  general,  who  is,  however, 
conciliated  by  the  preteiuled  Fatinitza,  who 
coaxes  him  to  It^t  the;  offenders  go.  Glad  to  be 
left  alone  with  his  love,  the  general  orders  them 
off  to  drill  ;  but  his  love-making  is  interrupted 
by  the  announcement  of  the  arrival  of  his  niece, 
the  Princess  Lydia,  whose  noble  rank  is  thus 
first  revealed  to  Vladimir,  who  fears  recognition 
in  his  disguise.  Complications  are  again 
smoothed  over  by  tiie  correspondent,  who  ex- 
plains the  resemblance  by  telling  the  princess  that 
Fatinitza  is  her  lover  Vladimir's  sister.  The  gen- 
eral commends  Fatinitza  to  the  princess,  and  goes 


off  to  inspect  the  troops.  A  band  of  Bashi-Ba- 
zouks  then  steal  upon  the  scene,  surprise  the 
Russian  works,  and  capture  the  princess,  \nad- 
imir,  and  Julian  ;  leaving  the  latter  l)eliiud, 
however,  to  arrange  for  ransom  for  their  cap- 
tives. Jnst  as  they  are  going,  the  Russian 
troops  return,  but  are  prevented  from  firing 
upon  the  retreating  Turks  by  the  General,  for 
fear  that  they  "  might  hit  Fatinitza  !" 

The  second  Act  sfiows  us  the  harem  of  the 
reform  Turk,  Yffiz  Pasha,  the  governor  of  the 
Turkish  fortress;  and  there  are  some  comical 
scenes  with  his  family  of  four  wives.  Vladi- 
mir, still  in  woman's  guise,  and  Lydia  are 
brought  in  as  captives  ;  and  the  Pasha  announ- 
ces to  his  four  '*  better  halves  "  that  he  is  about 
to  add  Lydia  to  their  number,  much  to  their 
vexation.  Then  comes  Julian,  with  the  Russian 
Sergeant  Steipaun,  to  arrange  for  the  release 
of  the  cai>tives.  The  Pasha  is  willing  to  give 
up  Fatinitza,  but  refuses  to  part  with  Lydia. 
Steipaun  is  despatched  to  carry  the  Pasha's 
terms  to  the  General,  with  a  secret  message 
from  Julian  telling  how  he  can  surprise  the 
Turks  with  his  army;  Julian  having  obtained 
the  knowedge  from  Vladimir,  who,  in  a  previ- 
ous scene,  i  as  declared  his  identity  to  Lydia, 
and  also  to  the  four  wives,  whom  he  persuades 
to  abet  their  escape.  Julian  is  left  as  the  guest 
of  the  Pasha,  and  the  two  have  a  jolly  time 
together.  A  "  Karagois,"  or  Turkish  shadow- 
pantomime,  is  gotten  up  for  the  entertainment 
of  the  strangers ;  but  it  is  given  an  unlooked- 
for  conclusion  by  tlie  arrival  of  the  Russians, 
who  come  to  rescue  their  friends. 

The  third  Act  takes  place  in  the  General's 
summer  ])alacc  near  Odessa.  The  princess  has 
been  promised  by  the  General  to  a  maimed  and 
crippled  old  friend  of  his ;  but  Julian  arrives 
with  Vladimir,  and,  through  the  ingenuity  of 
the  former,  matters  are  smoothed  over,  and 
the  General,  who  finds  in  the  Fatinitza  whose 
coming  he  has  been  impatiently  expecting 
nothing  but  a  veiled  negress  bearing  that  name 
is  made  to  believe  that  the  real  Fatinitza  b 
died  of  grief  at  her  separation  from  him,  ■ 
so  he  consents  jto  the  union  of  her  brother  V 
mir,  whom  shel  commits  to  his  care  in  a  pj 
letter,  with  hi^  niece. 


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F  ATI  N  I  TZ  A. 


^CT    I. 


Scene. — Russian  encampinent  on  the  Danvhe.  Snmo 
everywhere.  River  at  hacl\  and  Fortress  of  Isakt- 
shu  heyorul.  Hnts.  Soldiers  discovered  sleeping. 
Sergeant  Steipann  sits  icriting.  Sentinel  on  Re- 
doubt. 

Introduction. 

Guards.  Wbo  goes  there  ?     AlFs  well !    All's 

Avell  ! 
Steip.  Awate !    You  slugc^ards  all,  arise  ! 
The  mom  is  in  the  skies. 
Sound  the  call.    Sound  the  call ! 
Come,  bugler,  come.    Let  beat  of  drum 
Prepare  to  sound  the  call. 
Hear  ye  not  their  invitation  ? 
Greet  the  notes  with  acclamation, 
Greet  the  morning,  slumber  scorning  : 
The  call  obey.     Get  ready,  pray,  to  hail 

the  day. 
Snow,  snow,  high  and  low — 

Shines  all  before  us  : — 
Here,  there,  everywhere, 

Fast  gathers  o'er  us. 
Snow,  snow,  hides  trom  the  foe 

Our  pathless  track, 
Miles  round— hark  to  the  sound  ! 

The  ice-fields  crack, 
When  the  north-wind  howls  and  raves 
All  its  force  the  warrior  braves. 
His  days,  his  nights,  his  very  life, 
He  spends  amidst  this  elemental  strife. 
But,  unless  I  be  mistaken. 
Those  cadets  I  must  awaken. 
Are  they  still  asleep,  1  wonder? 
What  was  that— caught  me  pat  ? 
Ha,  blood  and  thunder ! 
What  was  that  ? 


Stei 


Enter  Cadets. 
Ensemble. 
p.  These  monkey  tricks  I  will  not  hear : 

You  shall  rue  all  you  do. 
Of  ray  revenge  beware  ! 
Stop  !    No  more  !    Pray  give  o'er ; 
The  day  is  yours.    I  beg  to  yield. 
A  truce  I  cry,  and  quit  the  field. 
Nay,  four  to  one  is  hardly  fair; 
A  speedy  peace  I  now  declare. 


No  more.    Give  o'er ! 
Hold,  hold,  I  pray !      Come,  cease  your 

play. 
No  more  can  I  the  strife  renew ; 
With  might  and  main  for  peace  I  sue. 
I  own  that  you  are  far  too  strong  ; 
To  you  the  victor's  spoils  belong. 
Cadets.   Ha!  ha!  ha!     Come,  each  and  all, 
hurrah  ! 
No  shrinking — no  blinkinjr. 
Our  foe  is  therti ;  your  arms  prepare^- 

We'U  meet  him — and  greet  him 
With  all  the  strength  we  have  to  spare. 
Come,    fire     away,    and    win    the    day. 

Hurrah  ! 
Snow,  snow,  high  and  low — 
Shines  all  before  us,  etc. 

[Steipann  runs  off. 

Enter  Osipp. 

Cadets.  The  Lieutenant !  Hurrah  for  the 
Lieutenant ! 

Osipp.  Hullo,  you  young  rascals  !  What  are 
you  all  up  to  down  there  ? 

Ivan.  Attention  !  Good  morning,  Lieutenant 
Osipp. 

Cadets.     Good  morning.  Lieutenant  Osipp  ! 

Osipp.  Good  morning,  bad  boys  !  Pray  what's 
the  meaning  of  all  this  hullabaloo  ?  Please  to 
recollect  that  you  are  no  longer  in  the  school 
playground. 

Ivan.  Pardon  us  this  once.  It  was  only  a 
little  harmless  recreation.  Lieutenant. 

Osipp.  Well,  Avell;  I'm  not  half  so  angry  as 
I  ought  to  be.  It's  not  lively  work,  after  all,  to 
be  boxed  up  in  this  wretched  place. 

Ivan.  And  with  scarcely  anything  to  eat. 

Feod.  And  even  less  to  drink. 

NiKo.  No  operas  to  go  to. 

Dim.  Nor  a  pretty  Avoman  to  dance  with. 

Osipp.  A  woman?  You  little  shrimp,  you 
must  be  thinking  about  your  nurse.  Tell  me, 
victim  of  the  softer  sex,  do  you  happen  to  have 
your  sj^aritflask  about  you  ?  My  own  is  empty. 

Dim.  Alas!     Mine  is  empty  also. 

Ivan.  Bravo !  Just  at  the  right  moment. 
Here  comes  the  provision-monger. 

Enter  Winka  and  IIanna. 

WiNKA.   [singing.]   Who's  for  Vodki  ?      Pray 
come  here, 
Winka  sells  the  best  of  cheer. 


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Chorus.  Bravo,  Vodki ! 

OsiPP.  Well,  good  fellow,  and  what  news  do 
you  bring  ns  of  the  Turks  over  yonder  ? 

WiNKA.  Not  a  scrap.  Field  Marshal.  Yet 
stay!  Would  you  believe  it?  They  made  an 
attempt  yesterday  to  cross  the  Danube. 

Osipp.  Well,  go  on. 

WiNKA  Ha,  ha  !  If  you  could  see  the  holes 
in  the  ice  upon  the  other  side  of  the  river. 

Dim.  Then  it  was  only  the  weakness  of  the 
ice  that  saved  us  from  an  attack. 

WiNKA.  An  attack?  You  know  that  they 
number  only  four  hundred  men  yonder. 

Dim.  Twice  as  many  as  ourselves,  confound 
them. 

Wasi.  Dimitri  Fedorovitch ! 

All.  The  Captain  ! 

Winka.  Twice  as  many  ?  That's  all  I  wanted 
to  know. 

Wasi.  [to  Dim.]  Three  days' barracks,  young 
man,  for  your  foolisli  indiscretion. 

Dim.  Oh,  Captain  ! 

Wasi.  Hush,  not  a  word.    Eight  face.   March! 

[Exit  DiMITUI. 

Wasi,  As  for  this  prying  scoundrel,  off  with 
him  at  once — and  the  woman  too.  Ivan  Alexe- 
vitch  ! 

Ivan.  Here,  Captain. 

Wasi.  How  about  breakfast?  Who  is  in 
charge  of  our  commissariat  arrangements  for 
to-day  1 

Feod.  What's  to  be  done?  It's  Vladimir's 
turn,  but  he  doesn't  seem  to  turn  up. 

Ivan.  Vladimir,  Captain. 

Wasi.  Why  is  he  not  here,  then  7  Let  him 
be  sent  for  immediately. 

Feod.  Alas !  the  gentle  youth  still  slumbers. 

Mich.  No  matter.  Let  us  by  a  sentimental 
melody  drag  him  from  the  arms  of  Morpheus. 

Chorus. 
Cadets.  Arise,  awake,  most  sound  of  sleepers. 
Sold.  Dzing,  ta-ta-ra ! 
Cadets.  Unclose  at  once  thy  lazy  peepers. 
Sold.  Dzing,  ta-ta-ra. 

Cadets.  Fair   shines  the   sun,   the   morn   is 
clear ; 

Our  soft  salute  you  needs  must  hear. 
Enter  Vladimir. 
Vlad.   [recit.]    Wherefore,   friends,  did   you 
awake  me  ? 

My  joys  forsake  me 

When  once  my  dream  is  o'er. 
CnoR.  What  a  sliamc  !     Ours  the  blame. 
Vlad.  Can  I  liope  to  see  her  more  ? 
Chor.  Tell  us  )(■/((>.     Come,  now,  do. 
Vlad.  Happy  dream,  so  bright  and  fair, 

Hast  thou  left  me  to  dewpair? 
Chor.  Tell  us  more,  we  implore. 
Vlad.  Ne'er  again  that  form  divine 

Will  entrance  this  heart  of  mine. 

ROMANCE.     Vladimir. 
I. 

Lost  is  the  dream  that  bound  me 
In  Love's  delightful  thrall ; 


That  brought  fair  shapes  around  me, 
And  one  more  fair  than  all. 

Deceitful  Fancy  bore  me 
Amidst  a  joyful  throng. 
Where  beauty,  mirth,  and  song 

Made  glad  the  scene  before  me. 

And  still  I  seemed  one  face  to  see, 

The  dearest  on  this  earth  to  me, 
That  thiilled  my  recollection 
With  gleams  of  past  affection. 

'Tis  anguish  !  'tis  torture  !  by  thrice-cruel 
morn 
From  such  bliss  to  be  torn. 


Her  tones  had  all  the  brightness 

That  fills  the  lark's  glad  lay. 
Her  steps  an  airy  lightness 

That  mock'd  returning  May. 
Ah,  when  will  sleep  restore  me 

These  eytis,  that  radiant  air? 

Ah,  wh  II  that  form  so  fair 
Will  bl umber  bring  before  me  ? 
Oh,  dreary  day,  go  hence,  away. 
I  long  lor  night— for  night  I  pray. 

Ah,  since  my  dream  departed, 

I  linger  broken-hearted. 
'Tis  anguish,  etc. 

Wasi.  So  it  appears,  Vladimir,  that  you  have 
been  indulging  in  some  extraordinary  dream  ? 

Vlad.  Alas,  it  is  too  true  ! 

Ivan.  Too  true  ?  From  that  sigh  I  should 
suspect  you  of  being  considerably  in  love. 

Vlad.  Over  head  and  ears.  As  deep  as  the 
Danube. 

Wasi.  And  the  name  of  the  adored  one  ? 

Vlad.  On  that  point  you  must  permit  me  to 
be  silent,  captain.  I  could  not  bear  to  breathe 
it. 

DiMi.  But  /  could.  It's  Lydia ;  because  I 
heard  him  talking  about  her  in  his  sleep. 

Ivan.  You  have  betrayed  your  own  secret, 
you  see.  But  who  is  Lydia  ?  Some  theatrical 
charmer,  no  doubt.    . 

Vlad.  Not  at  all,  I  assure  you.  The  lady 
belongs  to  the  aristocracy.  Listen.  Riding  in 
Odessa  not  long  ago,  1  dislocated  my  foot  by  a 
fall  from  my  horse.  A  lady's  carriage  was  luck- 
ily passing.  She  ordered  her  servants  to  place 
me  in  it,  and  drive  me  to  my  lodgings.  While 
her  carriage  was  conveying  me  home,  I  heard 
her  addressed  by  her  companions  as  Lydia 
Ivanovna. 

Ivan.  Quite  a  romance.  And  how  did  it  end? 

Vlad.  Scarcely  had  I  recovered  sufficiently 
to  move  about,  when  1  was  ordered  liere,  with- 
out rhyme  or  reason  ;  and  from  that  day  to  this 
I  have  discovered  nothing  furtber  of  my  fair 
benefactress. 

Ossip.  And  now,  as  secret  for  secret  is  only 
fair,  I  don't  mind  telling  you  that  you  were 
assigned  to  my  regiment  by  the  private  instruc- 
tions of  a  personage  of  high  military  rank,  who 
had  reason  to  fear  that  bis  ward  had  fiillen  in 
love  with  you. 


PATINITZA.' 


Vlad.  In  love — Lydia  ?  Confusion  !  To  be 
banished  at  such  a  time. 

Ivan.  And  to  such  a  place.     Poor  Vladimir  ! 

Ensemble. 

Steip.  Who  is  here  ? 

Cos.  A  spy — a  spy  ! 

Steip.  A  lucky  catch. 

Coss.  [lo  Julian.]  Prepare  to  die. 

Jul.  My  kind  but  hasty  friends — 

Chor.  Here  all  your  mischief  ends. 

Jul.  I've  willingly  obeyed— 

Chor.  Your  final  plot  is  laid. 

Jul.  Your  orders  to  the  present  time. 

Chor.  You  soon  shall  expiate  your  crime. 
Hang  tlie  traitor ! 

Jul.  I  have  no  doubt  you  mean  me  well, 
But  what  you  say  I  cannot  tell. 

Chor.  March,  to  your  doom  ! 

Vlad.  [Julian.]  Yes,  'tis  he  ! 

Jul.  [Vlad.]  Can  it  be  ? 

Chor.  What's  this  we  see  ?     How  can  it  be  ? 

Vlad.  [Julian.]  Julian  de  Witt,  a  journalist 
well  tried,  and  friendly  to  our  side. 

Jul.  a  message  from  my  editor  (I  should 
have  said  before)  has  brought  me  here  as  Spe- 
cial Correspondent  at  the  Seat  of  War;  but  I 
prefer  to  simply  cull  myself  Reporter — nothing 
more. 

Chor.  A  reporter !    What  is  that  ? 

Jul.  a  reporter  is  a  man — 

Stay,  I'll  tell  you  if  I  can  j 
List  awhile  to  me. 

SONG. 

Jul.  With  my  note-book  in  my  liand, 

Tlirough  this  universe  I  roam  ; 
Let  me  be  on  sea  or  land, 

I  cau  make  myself  at  hoine. 
I  go  seeking  high  and  low 
All  my  reader  wants  to  know. 
In  the  doings  of  the  day 
I  am  thoroughly  aufait. 
When  my  editor  decrees, 

I  can  spin  him  a  report 
On  whatever  he  may  please — 

Long,  or  medium,  or  short. 
From  this  free  and  easy  quill — 

Only  seat  me  at  my  desk — 
You  may  order  what  you  will. 

Grave,  or  gay,  or  picturesque. 
When  I  kill,  through  error  purely, 
Some  great  person  prematurely — • 
I  next  day  retract  the  fiction 
With  a  graceful  contradiction. 
Royal  nuptials  to  describe, 
I  am  first  in  all  my  tribe  ; 
Race  or  flow'r-show,  feast  or  ball. 
Mine's  the  i>en  to  paint  them  all. 

As  a  critic  of  the  stage, 

It  is  x>roptTly  confes'd, 
That  in  all  the  present  age, 

I  am  probably  the  best. 
You  may  watch  me  of  a  night. 

Looking  daggers  at  a  play  ; 


Though  I  generally  write 

In  a  laudatory  way. 
When  some  crime  affrights  the  town, 
Soon  T  clap  the  details  down  ; 
Adding,  when  fresh  news  I  lack, 
"  The  Police  are  on  the  track !'' 
They  arouse  me  nearly  nightly 

To  attend  some  dreadful  fire ; 
When  my  brain  is  not  so  sprightly 

As  the  incidents  require. 
I  have  journeyed  in  a  diving-bell, 
And  up  in  a  balloon  as  well ; 

One  day  there  is  no  knowing 
Where  the  next  I  shall  be  going. 
All  I  hear  and  all  I  see 
Quite  incredible  would  be, 
Where  I  go  and  what  I  do 
Is  as  strange  as  it  is  true, 
With  my  note-book,  etc. 
All  the  reporters  hail  me  their  master ; 

I'm  the  very  paragon  of  useful  men. 
Daily  and  nightly,  faster  and  faster, 
Ever  goes  my  rough  and  ready  pen. 
For   I  Tiever,  never  tire — whatsoever  they  re- 
quire ; 
From  a  marriage  to  a  murder,  I  am  all  you  can 

desire. 
Chor.  Who  does  not  long  to  lead  a  life 
So  full  of  joy,  so  full  of  strife  ? 

Jul.  Why,  what  a  splendid  letter  all  this 
will  make  for  my  paper.  I  cau  already  see  the 
headings  in  type.  "  Capture  of  our  Special 
Correspondent  by  Cossacks  of  the  Don;" 
"  Heroic  but  Futile  Resistance  ;"'  "  Carried  to 
head-quarters  on  a  Tartar  of  tlie  Ukraine 
Breed;"  '-Polite  Reception  by  the  Command- 
ing Officer;"  "Gorgeous  Banquet,"  etc.,  etc. 
By  Jove,  Sir,  I  can't  possibly  do  it  under  a 
colimin  and  a  half. 

Ivan.  I  see,  Sir,  that  you  have  kept  an  eye 
on  business  during  this  little  adventure.  But  I 
am  afraid  the  ''gorgeous  banquet"  would  be 
rather  too  daring  a  stretch  of  imagination.  We 
ourselves  are  nearly  starving. 

Jul.  So  much  the  worse;  but  I  shall  not 
mutilate  my  heading  on  that  account.  You 
little  know  the  inventive  powers  of  a  War  Cor- 
respondent. Read  my  letter  when  it  comes  out, 
and  you'll  be  astonished  at  the  sumptuous  feast 
you've  put  before  me. 

Enter  CooK. 

Osipp.  The  Ischtschi  is  ready  ! 

All.  Ischtschi! 

Jul.  Perhaps  a  glass  of  AUasch  would  be  an 
improvement  ? 

Vlad.  The  very  word  makes  my  mouth 
water.  But  how  to  get  it  in  this  wiUleruess  of 
snow  ? 

Jul.  I've  a  couple  of  bottles  in  my  trunk. 

Officers.  Allasch  !  Alhisch  ! 

Vlad.  My  dear  friend,  you  are  a  public  bene- 
factor. 

Wasi.  What  guiding  star  brought  you  in^o 
these  inhospitable  quarters  ? 


FATINITZA. 


Jul.  Gruidiug  star  !  My  editor.  I  am  to  ob- 
serve the  iDOvements  of  the  Turks. 

Vlad.  And  what  movements  liave  you  ob- 
served hitherto  ? 

Jul.  Well,  I  was  looking  through  my  tele- 
scope wheu  I  saw  a  fellow  standing  on  the  bank 
of  the  Danube  doing  this. 

Wasi.  Then  you  can  only  report  that  they 
are  suffering  from  the  cold. 

Jul.  Nonsense !  you  don't  understand  our 
business.  This  is  how  I  shall  j^ut  it ;  "  From 
personal  observation  I  am  able  to  report  that 
the  Turkish  army  is  on  the  move  and  is  about 
to  embrace  an  early  opportunity." 

Wasi.  Well,  gentlemen,  let  us  drink  to  our 
guest. 

Officers.  Bravo ! 

DiMi.  Down  with  him  !  Why  am  I  left  here 
to  starve  in  tlie  midst  of  plenty  ? 

Wasi.  Well,  you  may  come  out.  I  forgive 
you  this  time.  The  most  indiscreet  young  tat- 
tler in  the  army. 

Jul.  Indiscretion  is  a  fault  that  we  reporters 
easily  forgive.  And  now,  gentlemen,  let  recrea- 
tion be  the  order  of  the  day.  How  do  you  re- 
lievo the  dullness  of  canip  life  here  ? 

Vlad.  By  going  to  sleep  when  the  Turks 
will  allow  us — which  is  not  often  j  and  by  play- 
ing whist  when  we  have  any  money  —which  is 
hardly  ever. 

Jul.  Not  any  music  or  dancing  ?  Are  there 
no  ladies  within  ten  miles  of  your  encamp- 
ment ? 

Dim.  Except  the  gypsies  we  have  not  seen  a 
female  for  three  months. 

Jul  That  must  be  pleasant  for  our  friend 
Vladimir — a  second  Don  Juan — the  hero  of  one 
of  the  most  interesting  romances. 

OsiFP.  Yes,  we  know,  Lydia  ! 

Jul.  Lydia.?  Not  at  ail.  If  I  recollect 
rightly  it  was  Katinka. 

Vlad.  Hush,  please  !     Katinka  was  another. 

All.  Long  live  Katinka. 

Ivan.  You  have  not  wasted  your  time. 
Come,  let  us  hear  all  about  it. 

Jul.  I  can  give  you  full  particulars.  Katinka 
is  the  lovely  wife  of  an  elderly  diplomatist, 
who — 

Vlad.  Stay,  Julian,  I  would  rather  tell  the 
story  myself.  I  dread  the  exaggerations  of 
this  professional  scandal-monger.  One  day  1 
received  a  letter  from  her,  saying:  "  My  hus- 
band is  going  to  London,  and  I  to  Tauris.  My 
companion  lias  fallen  so  ill  that  she  cannot 
travel  with  me.  Can  you  find  anybody  with 
sufficient  prudence  and  devotion  to  replace 
her  ?" 

Wasi.  The  hint  was  broad  enough,  at  all 
events. 

Vlad.  I  needed  no  second  one.  Female  at- 
tire was  easily  procured,  and  the  Countess 
Katinka  departed  with  her  new  companion, 
Fatinitza. 

Dim.  Alias  a  promising  lieutenant  in  the 
Russian  cavalry. 

'Vlad.  Ou  the  evening  of  our  arrival  a  car- 


riage dashed  into  the  courtyard,  out  of  which 
tumbled  - 

Wasi.  The  husband? 

Vlad.  No,  his  brother — a  Polar  bear  in  uni- 
form ;  an  officer  of  the  highest  rank,  and  on  a 
long  visit,  confound  him  To  fall  madly  in  love 
with  your  humble  servant  was  the  work  of  a 
moment. 

Dim.  You  must  have  looked  remarkably 
pretty  in  petticoats,  Vladimir. 

Vlad.  Just  what  the  old  fool  was  always 
telling  me.  I  bore  it  pretty  patiently  as  long 
as  I  could  ;  but  at  last  the  fair  Fatinitza  had  to 
fly  from  his  persecution — or,  to  tell  the  truth^ 
from  fear  of  discovery. 

Ivan.  So  the  Countess  lost  a  charming  com- 
panion— 

Vlad.  And  the  Tcherkoff  regiment  regained 
a  tolerably  efficient  officer. 

Jul.  It  would  almost  make  a  play,  that  ad- 
venture of  yours.  By-the-bye,  why  don't  you 
improvise  a  theatre  here  ? 

Ivan.  Without  ladies"? 

Jul.  Of  course.  T'e  Zouaves  play  their 
pieces  without  any  feminine  help.  And  look 
here.     Have  we  not  Fatinitza  to  assist  us  1 

All.  Bravo  !     Bravo  ! 

Ivan.  May  we,  Captain?     Wc  are  so  dull. 

Wasi.  What  folly!  The  whole  army  would 
laugh  at  us. 

Cadets.  Oh,  do  let  us  act  plays,  Captain. 

Wasi.  Well,  make  fools  of  yourselves  if  you 
must. 

Vlad.  [to  Jul.]  But  what  can  we  play  ? 

Jul.  Leave  it  all  to  me. 

Dim.  I'm  sure  he  carries  half-a-dozen  com- 
edies in  that  inexhaustible  machine. 

Jul.  a  domestic  drama,  dedicated  by  the 
author  to  myself:  "Treachery  in  the  Letter 
Box  ;  or,  the  Postman's  Eevenge."  And  now  for 
your  dresses.  My  entire  stock  of  civilian  gar- 
ments is  at  your  service. 

Vlad.  But  I — the  leading  lady — what  good 
are  these  to  vx'  ? 

Dim.  Try  one  of  our  old  cloaks  and  the  cook's 
apron. 

Steip.  Stay  ;  I  can  do  better  than  that  for 
you.  At  the  last  village  i>hindered,  I  found  all 
Ihis  woman's  finery  lying  about. 

Jul.  Splendid  !  Dress  rehearsal  in  half-an- 
hour.  First  performance  to  morrow  afternoon. 
Theatre  of  War  to  be  illuminated  by  real  snow  ! 
I  am  stage-manager  and  leading  critic.  Trust 
me  for  a  first-rate  notice  of  the  new  piece. 

Ensemble. 
Jul.  All  the  reporters  hail  me  their  master,  etc. 
Chor.  '  Tis  strange  indeed,  and  suci  a  life,  etc. 
Jul.  Come,  haste  away  ;  no  more  delay. 

Your  manager  you  see. 
Steip.  Your  prompter  I  will  be. 
Wasi.   The  heavy  father  I. 
Feod.   In  chorus  I  can  try. 
Ivan.    I'll  be  the  comic  swell. 
OsiPP.  I'll  play  the  villain  well. 
Jul.      Agreed  on  :  so  lead  on. 


FATINITZA. 


And  liark  !  to  make  your  audience  cheery, 
And  keep  the  waits  from  gro^\ing  dreary — 
(!)ur  drums  and  brass  with  martial  strain 
Will  make  the  welkin  roar  again. 
Exeunt  all — great  and  small— 
And  be  quick  to  meet  the  call. 

Steip.  The  Manager  tells  me  I  am  to  copy 
out  the  parts,  and  my  lingers  are  all  but  frost- 
bitten. Let  us  apply  a  little  warmth  internally, 
fla  !  That's  equal  to  an  extra  blanket.  Now 
for  business.  What's  all  this  ?  "  Susanna  dis- 
covered alone,  seated  on  a  couch  and  bathed  in 
tears."  Dear  me  !  the  poor  lady  seems  to  have 
got  into  hot  water  pretty  early.  "  Here  is  my 
husband's  portrait.  Is  it  not  strange  that  the 
more  I  gaze  upon  t  his  picture  the  less  I  care  for 
the  original  of  it?"  Burr!  getting  colder  ar.d 
colder  every  minute.  Empty  again  ?  Disgust- 
ing. But  I  think  I've  a  flask  in  reserve  some- 
where. [Rises.]  I  begin  to  pity  that  poor  hus- 
band, upon  my  word. 

Zi'/i^erKANTSCBAKOFF,  Acljutantand  two  Cossacks. 

SONG.    Kantschakoff. 
Thunder  !     Lightning  !     Who  goes  there  ? 
Potstansend  !  what  a  way  to  treat  me. 
Sapperment !     I  declare. 

There's  not  one  ofiScer  to  greet  me. 
My  indignation  with  consternation  all  be- 
ware, 
I'm  General  Kantschakoff. 


Enemy  or  friend,  all  fear  me  . 

All  dread  me,  revere  me. 
When  anybody  dares  come  near  me 

He  trembles  to  hear  me. 
Hero-like  in  form  and  features. 
Born  to  rule  my  fellow  creatures  ; — 
Let  them  only  dare  gainsay  me, 
Soon  I  make  them  all  obey  me. 
If  they  pause,  through  fear  or  doubt, 

I  breathe  one  word — the  Knout ! 
A  little  warning. 
That  nobody  could  think  of  ever  scorning. 
A  high  and  mighty  General  am  I— Kant- 
sebakofif. 

II. 
Ever  in  the  combat  sharing ; 

For  conquest  preparing  j 
Of  military  deeds  of  daring 

My  praises  declaring. 
When  the  tight  is  fierce  and  stormy — 
When  I  see  the  foe  before  me — 
If,  to  glory's  name  a  stranger. 
Some  poltroon  should  fly  from  danger, 
Let  me  find  the  scoundrel  out ; — 

I  breathe  one  word— the  Knout. 
A  little  warning,  &,c. 

Enter  Steipann. 
Steip.  [Kants.]  Confusion  !     The  General. 
Kants.  Your  name  ? 
Steip.  Steipann  Sidorovitch,  youx  Excellency, 


Sergeant  and  orderly-clerk  in  the  Russian  In- 
fantry. 

Kaxts.  Your  papers  ? 

Steip.  Here,  your  Excellency. 

Kants.  Pay  list.  Forage  statement.  Rank 
and  file  list.     Good. 

Steip.  I  trust  the  handwriting  meets  your 
Excellency's  approval. 

Kants.  Silence !  Ha !  What  is  all  this  ? 
"  Here  is  my  husband's  portrait.  Is  it  not 
strange  that  the  more  I  gaze  upon  his  picture, 
the  less  I  care  for  the  original  of  it  ?"  Fire  and 
furies  !  What  confounded  rubbish  have  I  got 
hold  of  here  ?  Adjutant !  A  hundred  strokes 
instantly  for  this  insolent  miscreant. 

Steip.  Oh,  General,  as  you  are  strong,  be 
merciful. 

Kants.  Not  another  word.  Away  with  him  ! 
I'll  teach  the  scoundrel  to  play  practical  jokes 
upon  General  Kantschakoff. 

Enter  Julian  from  hut. 

Jul.  Everything  is  going  on  swimmingly. 
As  for  Vladimir,  he  is  positively  bewitching. 

Kants.  Ha!  What  is  this?  A  civilian— a 
spy !  Here,  Adjutant,  two  hundred  for  this 
fellow. 

Jul.  But  excuse  me,  old  pepper-castor,  I 
happen  to  be  — 

Kants.  Hold  your  tongue.  Punishment  first, 
explanation  afterwards. 

Jul.  Nonsense.    Here's  my  pass.  General. 

Kants.  Signed  by  the  Marshal,  too.  Humph! 
You've  liad  a  narrow  escape.  Sir.  But  as  for 
that  other  villain — off  with  him.  Y'^ou  heard  my 
orders.     A  hxW  hundred,  mind. 

Steip.  Mercy  !    Mercy  ! 

Jul.  a  hundred?  The  knout?  Oh,  I  can't 
stand  this.  I'll  go  and  fetch  Vladimir  and  the 
rest  of  them. 

Kants.  Halt! 

Jul.  With  pleasure.  But  may  I  ask  whom  I 
have  the  honor  of  obeying? 

Kants.  You  may.  I  am  the  Count  Timofey 
Kantschakoff.     And  you  f 

Jul.  a  special  correspondent. 

Kants.  I  suppose  you  come  here  to  betray 
our  movements  to  the  enemy?  W^e  want  no 
foreign  spies  at  our  outposts,  and  I  shall  have 
you  marched  off  to  Jassy  between  a  couple  of 
Cossacks. 

Jul.  But  I  prefer  staying  where  I  am.  Count 

Kants.  Yes,  to  pounce  upon  the  first  paltry 
little  mistake  I  may  hai>peu  to  make. 

Jul.  Y'^ou  can  prevent  that  by  making  no 
paltry  little  mistakes.  And  remember  that 
military  mistakes  are  sometimes  not  the  worst 
that  one  commits. 

Kants.  It  is  too  true.  Can  he  suspect  my 
mad  infatuation  ? 

Jul.  Now  to  try  and  save  the  poor  sergeant. 
[To  Kants.]  General,  I  read  in  those  express- 
ive but  weatherbeaten  features,  that  under  a 
repulsive  exterior  you  carry  a  warm  and  gener- 
ous heart. 

Kants.  He  gazes  at  me  as  though  my  passion 


8 


FATIXITZA. 


for  Fatinitza  were  inscribed  upon  the  tip  of  my 
nose, 

Jul.  To  that  heart  1  confidently  appeal. 
Shall  I  do  Ro  in  vain  ? 

Kants.  We  are  all  human.  Each  of  us  has 
one  sensitive  s[)ot. 

Jul.  Sergeants  as  well  as  generals. 

Kants.  No  doubt ;  and  I  myself  have  suf- 
fered. 

Jul.  The  deuce  !  Do  they  knout  their  gen- 
erals when  they're  naughty  ? 

Kants.  I  have  known  it  only  once,  but  still  I 
feel  it  here.     It  was  my  first  and  only  love. 

Jul.  Love  ?  Sometimes  as  painful  as  the 
other,  after  all. 

Kants.  And  she  returned  it.  Yes,  my  dear 
sir,  I  was  loved  again. 

Jul.  Who  can  doubt  it,  with  a  face  like 
yours? 

Kants.  But,   alas!    she   disappeared;    and  I 
have  sought  her  vainly  ever  since. 
Enter  Vladimir. 

Vlad.  I'm  ready  at  last. 

Kants.  Can  I  believe  my  eyes  ?     Fatinitza  ? 

Vlad.  Oh  horror!     The  Polar  Bear. 

Jul.  He  f     Won't  there  be  an  explosion  ! 

Kants.  Fatinitza,  my  adored  one — do  I  again 
behold  thee  ?  But  say,  what  means  this  mas- 
querading ? 

Vlad.  Well,  Count,  I — it  is  only — 

Jul.  This  young  lady  has  been  visiting  her 
brother,  Lieutenant  Vladimir,  of  the  Tcherkoff 
regiment,  and  assumed  this  disguise  to  travel 
with  greater  security. 

Kants.  Good.  And  this  brother — where  is 
he? 

Vlad.     He  is — I  mean  he  was — I — 

Jul.  After  a  most  heroic  resistance  he  was 
yesterday  taken  prisoner  by  the  Turks,  and  his 
devoted  sister  is  trying  to  effect  a  ransom. 
Trust  a  Special  Correspondent  for  a  brilliant 
bit  of  invention. 

Enter  Wasili,  Osipp,  Cadets,  and  Soldiers. 

^  Wasi.  Don't  I  look  lovely  ?     Dearest  niece. 

Kants.  Thunder  and  lightning !  Miserable 
wretch  ! 

Wasi.  Confusion  !  The  general !  I  am  a 
dead  man.     Ready — present ! 

Kants.  Dog  of  a  captain,  this  shall  cost  you 
your  commission. 

Enter  Steipann,  witJi,  Adjutant  and  Cossacls. 
Adjt.  Did  you  say  a  hundred.  Excellency  ? 
Kants.  Double  it !     And  the   same  punish- 
ment for  every  tenth  man  in  the  regiment. 
Steip.  Mercy,  mercy  ! 

Jul.  Now  Fatinitza  must  come  to  the  rescue. 
Vlad.  I  understand.     Here  goes. 


DUETTINO. 


Kants.  and  Vlad. 
I. 


Vlad.  Can'st  thou  unyielding  see  before  thee  ? 

Can'st  thou  in  anger  turn  thee  away  ? 
Hear,  I  beseech  thee ;  hear,  I  implore  thee. 

'Tis  but  for  pardon  these  lips  would  pray. 


Clear  that  brow  in  gloom  so  shrouded, 
Lift  those  eyes  so  darkly  clouded. 

If  your  love  be  all  you  say, 

My  slightest  wish  you  must  obey. 

Give  a  smile — a  little  smile. 
Nothing  in  the  world  like  laughter  cheers — 
Laugh  when  any  lurking  tiown  appears. 
Laugh  then,  once  again,  I  pravo 
Behold  the  tempest  cleared  away. 

II. 

Can'st  thou  refuse  me  ?  Can'st  thou  deceive  me  ? 

Can'st  thou  remain,  dear,  deaf  while  1  sing  ? 
Truly  and  fondly  trust  and  believe  me, 

Still  to  the  dreams  of  the  past  I  cling. 
With  a  glance  so  softly  tender, 
Hear  me  thus  my  heart  surrender. 

Mercy  1  would  plead  again. 

Oh,  tell  me,  shall  I  jilead  in  vain. 
Give  a  smile,  etc. 

Kants.  Enough  ;  I  relent.  Mercy  shall  take 
the  place  of  justice.  For  your  sake  only,  dear- 
est Fatinitza.  But  for  the  sake  of  discipline  I 
must  make  some  sort  of  an  example.  Captain, 
two  hours'  drill  for  this  refractory  legiment  of 
yours.     Anything  to  get  them  out  of  the  way. 

Wasi.  Fall  in.     Right  face.     March  ! 

Chorus. 
Snow,  snow,  high  and  low — 
Shines  all  before  us,  etc. 

Jul.  Here's  food  for  an  article  !  It's  a  pity  I 
can't  sketch  the  scene  in  pencil  as  well  as  in 
pen  and  ink, 

Vlad,  It's  time  for  me  to  cast  off  my  bor- 
rowed plumes,  and  assume  the  lieutenant  again. 

Kants.  At  last  we  are  alone.     Oh,  Fatinitza ! 

Vlad.  Oh,  Count. 

Kants.  Call  me  Timofey.  Why  this  coy- 
ness ?     Let  me  imprint  upon  those  lips 

Vlad,  Not  if  I  know  it,  after  that  strong 
cigar. 

Kants,  At  least,  then,  permit  me  to  grace 
that  lovely  hand  with  a  dazzling  proof  of  my 
devotion. 

Vlad,  Oh,  I  couldn't.     It's  too  pretty, 

Kants,  Now  you  are  my  own  for  life,  my 
own  Fatinitza. 

Vlad.  This  is  my  very  first  offer  of  marriage. 
How  on  earth  am  I  to  get  out  of  all  this  ? 

Kants.  And  now  to  seal  our  bargain.  One 
kiss,  deareet. 

Vlad.  But,  your  Excellency 

Enter  Julian,  l. 

Jul.  Oh,  Count,  Count ! 

Kants.  How  dare  you  disturb  me,  sir,  at  such 
a  moment? 

Vlad.  What  a  lucky  arrival .' 

Jul.  I  came  to  announce  that  a  very  grand 
sledge  is  approaching  at  full  speed. 

Kants.  What  is  that  to  me? 

Jul,  With  a  very  charming  lady  inside. 

Kants,  Good  giacious,  it's  my  niece.  I  had 
quite  forgotten  her.     The  rash  child  would  in- 


FATINITZA. 


9 


sist  on  seeing  something  of  the  war  from  close 
quarters. 

Jul.  Then  the  young  lady  will • 

Kants.  Will  be  placed  in  a  convent  this  very 
day.  What  has  the  Princess  Lydia  Ivanovna 
to  do  in  a  place  like  this  ? 

Vlad.  Lydia?  Can  it  be  ?  [7b  Julian.]  Oh, 
my  dear  friend,  it  will  all  come  out  now. 

Jul.  What  will  come  out  ?  I  don't  quite  un- 
derstand. 

Vlad.  I  love  Lydia  Ivanovna.  She  is  the 
cause  of  my  being  sent  here  ;  and  she  will  recog- 
nize me  even  in  this  drass.  What  is  to  be 
doae  ? 

Jul.  Trust  all  to  me.  I'U  soon  find  my  way 
through  it. 

l^nter  Lydia. 
QUARTETTE. 

Ltd.  Dearest  uncle,  pray  excuse  me  ; 

But,  as  danger  has  its  charms, 
I  made  sure  it  would  amuse  me. 
To  behold  yonr  deeds  of  arms. 
Kants.  'Twas  enough  to  set  you  freezing, 

Such  a  jolt  o'er  snow  and  ice. 
Lyd.  Nay,  I  found  it  rather  pleasing  : 
If  'twas  naughty,  it  was  nice. 
When  th  !  snow  a  veil  is  flinging 

O'er  the  path  before  us, 
While  the  bells  are  ever  ringing 
In  a  joyful  cJiorus. 
Away,  away ; 
Through  all  the  livelong  day, 

We  fly,  we  fly, 
Full  speed,  my  guide  and  I. 
fVLAD.    Ah  me,  'tis  she!      Giddy   heart,   be 

hu.shed  and  still. 
I  What  bliss  is  this!      How  her   tones 

I  wdth  rapture  thrill. 

I  Jul.  Hear,  hear!     'Tis  clear,  she  is  one  who 
knows  not  fear. 
Kants.    Joy  dwells  and  swells  in  the  sound 

of  tinkling  bells. 
Lyd.  Wrapt  in  fur  so  soft  and  cosy, 

My  cares  depart,  and  Life  is  rosy. 
Grief  only  seems  empty  as  dreams  : 
Pleasure,  like  sunsliine,  gladly  gleams. 
Riding,  gliding,  ever  ever  sliding, 
Swiftly  o'er  the  frost  and  snow  ; 
Riding,  gliding,  ever  ever  sliding. 
With  my  trusty  guide  I  go. 

When  the  snow,  etc. 
Vlad.    Thank   goodness,   she    has    not    yet 

recognized  me. 
Jul.  Don't  be  nervous.    Throw  yourself  upon 

the  Press. 
Kants.  Sure  protection  you  shall  meet 

In  the  cldister's  calm  retreat. 
Lyd.  In  a  convent!     Why  and  wherefore  ? 

S.iy,  what  would  you  send  me  there  for  ? 
Let  me  stay,  since  I  am  here, 
I  pray  you,  uncle  dear. 
Kants.  Tiie  soldier's  life  of  war  and  strife 
Is  hardly  one  for  thee,  dear. 
Without  a  friend  to  be,  dear. 

Thy  couE.3cllor  and  guide. 


From  war's  alarms  thy  dainty  charms 
Protected  I  will  see,  dear. 
So  keep— for  love  of  me — dear, 
This  damsel  at  thy  side. 
Vlad.  I  sink  with  shame. 
Jul.  a  pretty  game  ! 
Lydia.  Am  I  dreaming  1  what  do  I  see, 
It  is  the  form — it  is  the  face  ; 
The  fact  is  of  the  clearest. 
The  features  of  my  dearest 
In  her  I  fondly  trace. 
Vlad.  My  star  of  Hope  that  shines  above 
Hath  once  again  restored  her, 
As  when  I  first  adored  her — 
My  own,  my  only  love. 
All.  a  singular  affair. 

Romantic,  I  declare, 
Indeed  I  never  heard 
A  story  so  absurd. 
We  all  of  us  appear 
To  have  a  puzzle  here, 
Will  anybody  try 
The  answer  to  supply  ? 
Lyd.  Lieutenant  Vladimir  you  know  then  ? 
Vlad.  Of  course.     It  is  my  brothers  name. 
Jul.  Tliis  is  the  sister. 
Lyd.  What  a  likeness! 

Kants.  No  twins  were  e'er  so  near  the  same. 
Ly'd.  Tell  me,  Avhere  then  is  your  brother? 
Vlad.  Alas  !     He  is  a  captive  now. 
Kants.  On  his  behalf  she  ventured  here. 
Lyd.  Then  his  release  I  hope  is  near. 
Jul.  Alas !     To  hope  is  mighty  well ; 

But  I  foresee  small  use  'twill  be 
Within  a  convent's  lonely  cell. 
Kants.  Dear  Lydia,  to  the  place  designed, 
'Tis  now  too  late  to  take  you ; 
But  welcome  we  will  make  yoa. 
If  here  to  stay  inclined. 
To  drill  my  troops  I  must  away. 

Sound  sleep  may  nature  send  you. 
This  fair  One  will  attend  you, 
Until  the  dawn  of  day. 
Lyd.,  Val.,  Jul.    Ha! 
Kants.  Though  rather  cramped  for  space 

'Twill  make  a  resting-place. 
Lyd.  'Tis  well  I  doubt  not. 
Vlad.  Good  Heavens  !   I'm  dreaming. 
Jul.  What  next,  I  wonder? 
Kants.  Come,  Avhy  this  manner  strange  f 

A  fond  caress  exchange. 
Lyd.,  Vlad.  Oh  yes,  of  course,  with  all  my 

heart. 
Kants.  Another,  'Tis  well. 
Jul.  He  goes  ahead,  yon  soldier  bold. 

And  leaves  his  comrade  in  the  cold. 
Lyd.   Not   a   look   shall  tell — not    a    glance 
betray 
The  emotion  that  is  reigning  in  my 
breast. 
E'en  a  word  I  dare  not — will  not  say  ; 
The  tumult  shall  be  felt  but  uncon- 
fessed. 
Cruel-hearted— long  departed. 
Thy  fair  but  faithless  image  haunts  me 
night  and  day. 


10 


FATINITZA. 


The  form,  the  face,  for  ever  are  before 

me, 
Though  cruel  fate  thyself  will  not  re- 
store me. 
Ah,  tell  me  why  so  near  and  still  so  far 
away. 
Vlad.  Can  I  dare  to  tell  ?  can  I  dare  betray, etc. 
The  form— the  face — this  moment  are 

before  me — 
The  sunlight  in  a  life  so  sad  and  stormy. 
Ah,  tell  me,  etc. 
Jul.  If  he  dares  to  tell,  etc. 

Ah,  what  a  sjjecial  article  I  see  myself 

inditing, 
A  free  and  easy  specimen  of  rough  and 

ready  Avriting. 
A  gallant  young  lieutenant,  and  a  higli 

and  raiglity  lady, 
Both  placed  m  a  predicament  partic- 
ularly shady. 

Kants.  Not  a  look  shall  tell,  etc. 

Jul.  Fatinitza  forgets  her  brother. 

Vlad.  On  the  contrary,  she  is  doing  more  for 
him  than  ever.  Can  you  doubt  me,  dear  friend  ? 
My  respect  for  Lydia  is  equal  to  my  admira- 
tion, [l^xit  tvith  Lydia. 

Jul.  Be  it  so ;  but,  for  all  that,  I  may  as  well 
keep  an  eye  upon  him.  Excuse  me,  ladies.  1 
have  left  my  dressing-case  liere.  [Exit. 

Enter  WiNKA. 

Chorus. 
Let  not  one  word  or  sound  bo  heard, 

As  on  the  fo -s  we're  softly  creeping. 
But  hold  your  breath — be  still  as  death, 
A  sharp  look-out  before  us  keeping. 
Our  way  we  find  in  dead  of  night, 
Without  a  star,  without  a  moonbeam's 
light ; 
When  all  around  is  dark  and  drear. 

In  quest  of  i>rey  wo  march  along. 
When  home  returning,  full  of  cheer, 

We  greet  tlie  morn  with  martial  song  5 
Marcl).  march,  to  plunder  or  to  slay  j 
Some  booty  seize  'ere  break  of  day. 

Yok,  yok,  tra  la  ! 
Finale. 

lEnter  Lydia,  Vladimir,  and  Julian. 

Hass.  Whom  have  we  here  ? 

Chor.  Secure  them.  As  captives  we'll  ensure 
them. 

Vlad.  Beware  my  deadly  vengeance,  and 
leave  us  all  alone. 

CiiOR.  Ha,  ha,  ha,  ha,  this  peasant  girl  as- 
sumes a  haughty  tone. 

Vlad.  My  wrath  beware.    The  worst  I  dare. 


IT     ■     >  Justice  soon  this  crime  will  overtake. 

VLAD.  \ 

Jul.  Ah,  what  a  lovely  leader  this  affair  will 

shortly  make. 
Chor.  Away,  away  j  and  heed  not  what  they 
say. 
Away,  away.     We've  seized  our  lawful  prey. 
March,  quick  march  !     We  need  no  longer  stay. 
No  more  delay. 
Lyd.    ?  Oh,  stay.     Oh,  stay.    Hear  what  we 
Vlad.  \         say. 
Jul.  I  have  it  here. 
YD.    /  y^^  ^jii  ^^^  g^     ^^^  g^^    -^^^  ^^^ 

Lyd.     ^  All  your  strength  we  laugh  to  scorn. 
Vlad.  \        Here  we  stoi>  your  power  defying. 
If  asunder  we  be  torn 

We  shall  only  part  in  dying. 
Naught  will  we  fear. 
Vengeance  is  near. 
Yes,  iwepare  to  meet  the  time 
When  retiibution  ]»ays  your  crime. 
Thieves  are  ye  that  shun  the  light: 
Dogs  that  only  prowl  by  night. 
Jul.  a  story  fine  will  now  be  mine. 

This  gallant  youth  in  woman's  dress 
Will  make  a  hero  ou  the  press. 
And  this  adventure,  I  declare, 
Will  sell  my  paper  everywhere. 
I'll  pen  the  whole  of  the  burlesque 
When  calmly  seated  at  my  desk. 
But  as  reporter  at  the  seat  of  war 
You  never  catch  me  any  more. 
Chor.  No  more  we  wish  to  hear. 

'Tis  time  to  march— the  coast  is  clear. 
And  far  away  we'll  bear  our  prey 
Before  the  envious  dawn  of  day. 
Hass.  He  shall  stay  behind. 

The  lansom  price  to  find. 
Jul.  Your  humble  servant,  I'm  delighted. 
Hass.  His  tongue  perhaps  to  terms  will  come. 
Ten  thousand  roubles  is  the  sum. 
The  slaves  will  pay  that  price,  I  know  ; 
But  warn  them,  shoultl  they  prove  too  slow 
Our  captives  to  the  harem  go. 
Vlad.,  Lyd.  Oh,  rage— despair. 

Jul.  No  hope  remains. 

Vlad.,  Lyd..  Jul.     Far  better   slavery  and 

chains. 
Jul.  This    adventure   is  mysterious,   but  it 
threatens  to  be  serious. 
'Twill  make  a  thrilling  article,  if  jienn'd 
with  proper  pains. 
Enter  Winka. 
WiNKA.  Hush  !     The  Russians  ! 
Jul.  Help!     Charge!     Murder!     Prepare    to 
receive  cavalry  !     Ready,  present,  fire  ! 

Kants.  Stay.     Cease  firing  !     You  might  kill 
my  Fatinitza  ! 


FATINITZA. 


11 


^CT    II. 


Scene.— r/f^'iZarem  o/^Ykfiz  Pasha.     Yffiz's 
Wives  discovered,  with  fenude  Slaves. 

TOILET  CHORUS. 

"Washing,  dressing,  brushing,  combing. 
From  the  dawn  until  the  gloaming. 
Thus  to  cultivate  our  beauty, 

Is  our  duty. — 
'Tis  to  please  our  master's  eye. 
All  these  little  arts  we  try. 
NouR.  One  touch  more  paint  will  iix  my  fond 

adorer. 
Dio.  The   slightest,   slightest    hint   of  hair- 
restorer. 
Bes.  I  think  my  eyebrows  are  not  blacked 

enough. 
ZuL.  Come,  ply  the  powder  puff. 
NoUR.  Your  touch  is  far  too  rough. 
Dio.  Pray  tinish  me  and  go. 
Bes.  You  seem  so  very  slow. 
ZuL.  A  little  black. 
NouR.         A  little  white  ; 
Dio.  a  little  scent. 
Bks.  You're  nearly  right. 

Dio.,  Bes.  Let  our  labors  be  suspended. 
For  the  toilet  now  is  eudeil. 
Washing,  dressing,  etc. 
Chor.  Beauty  in  perfection, 

Beauty  ready  made — 
Ready  for  insiiection. 
Ready  for  iiarade. 
Elder  Mustapha. 
Mus.    Mashallah  !      Still  at   your  fripperies. 
Get  ready,  all  of  you.  His  Highness  approaches. 
All.  The  Pasha ! 
Mus.  He  comes. 

Enter  Yffiz  Pasha. 

ZuL.  Oh,  you  pet !  , 

NouR.  You  dear ! 

Dio.  You  darling ! 

Bes.  You  love ! 

Yff.  Stay,  stay.  Let  us  have  something 
like  method,  ladies.  Remember  that  this  is  no 
ordinary  harem.  You  see  before  3  ou  the  most 
ardent  reformer  of  the  age — a  compulsory  Brig- 
ham  Young ;  a  martyr  tied  up  to  four  wives 
while  he  firmly  believes  that  one  is  more  than 
enough.  But  I  suppose  the  customs  of  my 
country  must  be  obeyed.  Meanwhile,  be  off, 
every  one  of  you,  and  leave  me  to  meditate  on 
my  schemes  of  progress. 

ZuL.  What  a  shame  ! 

NouR.  How  cruel ! 

Yff.  Stay.  Listen  to  me  before  you  go.  I 
have  just  made  up  my  mind,  ladies,  to  give  you 
a  new  companion. 

NotJK.  What,  a  Number  Five  ? 

ZuL.  And  you  a  reformer ! 

Dio.  Who  is  the  intruder  ? 

Bes.  We  shall  never  speak  to  her. 

Yff.  Silence!  I  told  you  to  listen.  The 
faithful  Hassan  Bey  has  lately  captured  a  couple 


of  Christian  damsels,  who  are  to  be  presented 
here  this  morning. 

All.  Christians  ? 

Yff.  \  ou  forget  that  I  am  a  reformer.  We 
have  a  great  partiality  for  the  Christians.  I 
wish  to  improve,  among  other  tilings,  the  con- 
dition of  my  harem. 

SONG.     Yffiz  Pasua. 


I  pine  but  for  progress,  reform  is  my  dream  ; 
Advancement  my  watchword,  improvement  my 

scheme. 
This  land  so  benighted  I  gladly  would  see 
Like  her  Western  companions — great,  glorious, 

and  free. 
The  task  I've  attempted  again  and  again  ; 
Yet  ev'ry  movement 
For  her  improvement 
Has  proved  moved  in  vain. 


I've  lectured  on  countries  where  men  pass  their 

lives 
In  a  state  of  contentment  with  less  than   four 

wives  J 
I've  warned  them  they've  not  paid  their  debts, 

but  they  must. 
Yet  they  treat  my  remonstrance  with  scornful 

disgust. 
I've  preached  reformation  again  and  again,  etc, 

NouR.  I  can  see  that  you  love  us  no  longer. 

ZuL.  You  desert  us  for  another. 

Dio.  Ungrateful  wretch. 

Bes.  Cruel  monster. 

Yff.  Hold  your  tongues,  can't  you  ?  Oh,  how 
I  wish  I  were  not  so  much  married. 

Must.  Your  highness,  Hassan  Bey  is  waiting 
admittance,  accompauied  by  two  Christian 
maidens. 

Yff,  Peace  !  Be  silent,  I  tell  you  : — and  put 
your  veils  on  immediately.  Keep  your  whip 
ready,  Mustapha  ;  and,  if  one  of  them  dares  to 
stir —  [Yffiz. 

Enter  ^Vi}iK.\,  Hassan  Bey,  Vladimir,  a//</LYDiA. 

Hass.     Your  highness,  behold  the  captives. 

Yff.  Stand  aside,  girl,  and  let  us  see  your 
mistress.  [Vlad.  ]  Humdillah  !  What  a  gor- 
geous creature.  Star  of  my  existence,  reign 
henceforth  as  ruler  of  my  destiny — Queen  of  my 
harem.  Mustapha,  keep  those  women  quiet  1 
Le  mo  lead  you,  fair  one,  to  the  seat  of  honor. 

Lyd.  Back,  Sir,  I  command  you  ! 

Vlad.  Your  highness,  perhaps,  is  not  aware 
that  this  lady,  the  Princess  Lydia  Ivauovna,  is 
niece  to  the  General  who  commands  on  the 
other  side  of  the  Danube. 

Yff.  A  General's  niece  ?  This  is  delightful. 
She  will  be  the  rarest  gem  in  my  mitrimonial 
collection. 

Vlad.  But  your  Highness  will  not  refuse  a 
suitable  ransom  ? 

Yff.  And  pray   who   is   to   prevent   my  re-« 
fusing  anything  I  choose,  young  womai  /  Come, 
light  of  my  eyes  ! 


12 


FATINITZA. 


Lyd.  Lost,  lost  beyond  hope  ! 

Vlad.  Courage,  Princess.  You  have  yet 
friends,  aud  brave  ones,  not  far  away. 

Hass.  This  is  the  man,  your  Highness,  who 
pointed  out  for  us  tlie  secret  paths  by  means  of 
which  we  surprised  the  Eussians  and  secured 
our  prey. 

Yff.  Good.  We  will  see  him  rewarded  in  a 
princely  manner.  No  doubt  a  remittance  from 
Constantinople  will  shortly  reach  us.  It  is 
only  seven  or  eight  mouths  in  arrear. 

WiNKA.  But — your  highness — I  am  a  poor 
miin — of  low  statiou — 

Yff.  And  I  am  a  poor  man  of  high  station. 
That's  the  only  difference  between  us. 

WiNKA.  But  I  am  starving — I  am — oh  ! 

Yff.  Here,  Mustapha,  give  the  poor  wretch 
ten  ducats. 

WiNKA.  Oh,  your  highness — the  gratitude  of 
a  lifetime — the  devotion  of — But  stop  !  He's 
given  me  only  five. 

Yff.  Quite  correct :  it's  government  business. 
Consider  yourself  lucky  to  have  dropped  only 
fifty  per  cent,  on  the  transaction.     Go  ! 

WiNKA.  Swindled  again.  Oh,  these  Moslem 
dogs! 

Vlad.  And  the  Russians  pay  in  full — money 
down. 

VViNKA.  We  shall  settle  accounts  yet,  Pasha. 

[Uxit. 

Yff.  [  I'o  Lyd.]  This  Muscovite  costume  is 
unworthy  of  you,  fair  lady.  Mustapha,  ransack 
all  the  resources  of  the  establishment  to  provide 
a  fitting  dress  and  fitting  jewels  for  your  new 
mistress.  And  as  for  you —  By  the  way,  what's 
your  name  ? 

Vlau.  Vladi — Fatiuitza,  my  lord. 

Yff.  Stay  here,  then,  Fatiuitza ;  you  can 
assist  this  Lidy  at  her  toilet.  You  others  can 
follow  me,  and  listen  to  a  half-hour's  lecture  on 
political  economy. 

[JExeunt all  hut  Lydia  and  Vlad. 

DUET.     Vladimir  anil  Lydia. 

Vlad.  i    New  doubts,  new  fears,  %vithin  my 

^  heart  contend. 

Lyd.     I    Alas !    alas !    who   knows   how  this 

j  will  end  ? 

Lyd.  So  far  from  friends  and  far  from  home, 

What  freak  perverse  could  make  me  roam? 

In  you,  dear  friend,  I  now  confide  j 

Keep  always  at  my  side. 
Vlad,  Though   Duty's    call   would   bid    me 
speak. 

And  pardon  for  my  daring  seek — 

Love  makes  me  silent  now, 

I  dare  not  breathe  my  tender  vow. 
Lyd.  My  dress  is  here — my  jewels  too — 

Haste  then,  haste  tlieri,  do  ! 

Why  stand  you  there  "? 

Be:,du  to  braid  my  hair. 
Vlad.  Ah  me,  her  beauty  drives  me  mad. 
Lyd.  These  pearls,  indeed,  are  not  so  bad. 
Vlad.  Now  I  am  ready,  madam,  quite. 
0   Ltd.  Pray  dress  it  right. 

Oh  dear,  oh  dear  !     You're  crazed,  I  fear. 

No,  no,  no,  no;  'twill  never  do, 


This  task,  methinks,  will  suit  you  ill, 
Yon  must  confess,  'tis  very  true, 
You  cannot  keep  one  moment  still. 
Vlav.  No,  no,  no,  no;  'twill  never  do, 
This  task,  methinks,  will  suit  me  ill, 
I  sliake,  I  quake,  'tis  very  true ; 
I  cannot  keep  one  moment  still. 
Lyd.  You  are  so  slow  ;  you  must  confess. 
You're  not  at  all  au  fait, 
Some  arts  you  may  possess,  but  putting  on 
a  dress 
Seems  scarcely  in  your  way. 
Vlad.  I  am  so  slow  ;  I  must  confess,  etc. 
Lyd.  Now  my  head  with  jewels  deck  ; 
Put  those  pearls  around  my  neck  ; 
Lovely  gems  without  a  speck, 
See,  how  they  gleam,  so  beautifully  bright! 
Vlad.  Ah,  what  a  moment  of  delight ! 
Ltd.  These  trinkets  all  are  rich  and  rare. 

To  make  me  ready  pray  prepare. 
Vlad.  I  fly  to  serve  you,  lady  fair. 

Vlad.  1    ^^'  "'^'  "^'  ^^^' 

Lyd.     Say,    say,   what   means   that    sudden 

'  start? 
Vlad.  I  must  unload  my  heavy  heart  j 

My  secret  now  shall  be  confest. 

I  dare  tlie  worst,  I  hope  the  best. 
Lyd.   Why  turn  you  thus  away? 

What  mean  j^ou  ?     Quickly  say. 
Vlad.  Oh,  lady,  hear — pray  hear  ; — 

' Tis  the  plea  of  a  sister  dear. 

Princess,  for  my  sake  give  ear 

To  your  own  Vladimir. 
Lyd.  Can  I  be  dreaming?     What  are  these 

words  I  hear  ? 
Vlad.  In  his  despair  let  him  not  linger; 

Lift  but  a  finger,  his  love  he'll  declare. 

Fearing  to  breathe  a  word,  to  myself  he 
coufess'd  it. 

So  vain  the  pow'r  of  words,  they  could  ne'er 
have  express'd  it. 

Here,  here,  at  your  feet  so  fair, 

He  longs  to  paint  the  depths  of  his  despair. 

And  this  brother — he  is  near, 

My  pleading  voice  to  hear. 

Oh,  speak  ;  for  the  sound  will  be 

Far  sweeter  than  any  of  earth  or  sky. 

Give  me  one  glance  as  I  bend  the  knee 
For  this  lover  so  faithful — 'tis  I ! 
Lyd.  Ah,  what  liear  I  ? 

I  seem — to  dream — 

Some  spell  I  feel,  I  know  not  what. 

I  try— to  fly- 
Ami  yet  I  dare  not  leave  the  spot. 
Vlad.  Some  spell  I  feel,  I  know  not  what, 

That  binds  me  to  the  spot. 
Lyd.  I  must  begone,  my  dress  to  don. 
Vlad.  You  must  not  go  and  leave  me  so. 
Lyd.  I  cannot  trust  ray  awkward  maid. 
Vlad.  Stay  here,  you  must.    Why  so  afraid  ? 
Lyd.  Nay,  nay.     Oh,  stay. 
Lyd.,  Vlad.  My  heart  awakes  at  the  call  of 
Love. 

Oh,  sweetest  of  pleasures,  all  joys  above. 

A  world  that  is  bright  with  unearthly  light 

Now  greets  my  raptured  sight. 


FATINITZA. 


13 


Vlad.  Stay,  I  may  hope  then  ? 

Lyd.  I  should  not  care 

To  drive  you  to  despair. 

Both.  Ah,  what  joy,  what  deep  delight ! 

NouK.  You  are  all  resolved  ? 

All.  We  are. 

ZuL,  You  will  be  revenged  on  this  Christian 
usurper  ? 

All.  We  will. 

NouR.,  ZuL.,  Bas.,  Dion.  Revenge!  re- 
venge ! 

Vlad.  What  is  all  this  ?  For  Heaven's  sake, 
be  calm,  ladies.  I  can  quite  appreciate  your 
feelings,  but — 

NouR.  What !  Then  you  also  hate  the  queen 
that  is  to  be  ? 

Vlad.  Hate  her?    Quite  the  reverse. 

ZuL.  You  are  envious  of  her  good  fortune, 
perhaps  ? 

Vlad.  Not  at  all,  upon  my  honor.  Listen  to 
me  for  a  moment.  Only  contrive  to  get  that 
lady  and  myself  safely  out  of  this  place,  and  a 
hundred  thousand  piastres  shall  be  divided 
amongst  ye. 

NouK.     A  hundred  thousand  piastres  ! 

ZuL.  And  we  shall  get  rid  of  both  of  them. 

Vlad.  But  it  must  be  done  at  once — this  very 
day ;  and  the  money  is  yours,  on  the  word  of 
an  officer  and  a  gentleman. 

All.  An  officer  ? 

Vlad.  A  friend  of  mine  in  the  Russian  service. 

ZuL.  Whom  you  love,  of  course. 

Vlad.  To  distractiou.  We  are  scarcely  ever 
apart. 

NuUR.  Good.  But  how  is  this  escape  to  be 
eflPpcted  ? 

Vlad.  Easily  enough.  You  have  still  an  in- 
fluence over  the  Pasha. 

NouR.  It  shall  be  done. 

Zll.  Consider  yourselves  free. 

Dion.  But  can  we  trust  you  ? 

Ues.  You  are  only  a  woman,  you  know. 

Vlad.  Less  than  yoxi  fancy,  perhaps.  Let 
me  tell  you  that  the  Princess  Lydia  is  adored 
by  a  young  Russian  lieutenant. 

NouR.  A  Muscovite?     Where  is  he  ? 

Vlad.  Nearer  than  you  think.  Do  you  all 
swear  to  assist  him  ? 

All.  We  swear  ! 

SEXTETT. 

Vlad.  'Tis  well ;  then  learn  that  this  young 
Russian — is  myself. 

All.  a  man  ?     Can  this  be  true? 

Vlad.  It  is  a  fact  — a  real  fact. 

All.  We  don't  believe  it — we  can't  conceive 
it. 

Vlad.     I  swear  it — declare  it. 
Like  doves  they  all  are  fluttered 
When  that  grim  word  is  uttered. 

All.  a  living  he  it  cannot  be. 

Vlad.  It  is  awfully  absurd 

How  they  dread  that  little  word. 
Though  the  chances  ap;  ear  to  be  small 
I'll  try  to  tame  them  one  and  all. 

NouR.  Oh  dear  no;  you  can't  betray 


Female  eyes  by  what  you  say. 
Look,  your  cheeks  are  liUe  the  rose  ; 
Men  don't  wear  such  tints  as  those. 
DiONA.  Oh  dear  no  ;  that  waist  so  slim, 
Ev'ry  curve  and  ev'ry  limb, 
All  that  grace,  so  well  displayed — 
Ne'er  as  yet  for  man  were  made. 
ZuL.  Oh  dear  no;  the  light  that  lies 
In  those  fondly  tender  eyes, 
Only  beams  in  womankind. 
And  was  ne'er  for  man  designed. 
Bes.  Oh  dear  no ;  the  tempting  lips 
E'en  the  ruby's  gleam  eclipse. 
Surely  lips  as  sweet  as  they 
Help  to  lead  mankind  astray. 
All.  Oh  dear  no  ;  you  can't  betray 

Female  eyes  in  such  a  way. 
Vlad.    I  fear  you  don't  believe  me,  tho'   I 
speak  the  simple  truth.  » 

Your  language  plants  a  scarlet  blush 

upon  tue  cheek  of  youth. 
But,   would  you  have  me  prove    my 
words,  the  only  way  is  this  : — 

Let   each  in   turn   oblige   me 
with  a  kiss. 
All.  Yes,  yes,  'twill  be  the  clearest  way;  the 
best  beyond  a  doubt. 
And,  if  there  be  a  secret,  we  can  surely 
find  it  out. 

Enter  Lydia,  r. 

Lyd.  What  is  this  ? 

All.  Here  comes  the  Queen  to  raise  a  scene. 

Her  bold  assurance  is  past  endurance. 

To  thus  intrude  is  very  rude, 

This  new  aspirant  assumes  the  tyrant. 

Well  ? 
Lyd.  My  duty  brings  me  here.     Tis  time  to 
interfere. 

You  vainly  seek  to  snare  him. 
His  heart  is  mine  alone. 

From  me  you  shall  not  tear  him. 
My  faithful  one,  my  own. 
All.  Say,  Queen,  what  can  you  mean  ? 
Lyd.  Yes,  yes,  'tis  my  own  true  love. 

Oh !     pleasure  of   pleasures,   all   joys 
above 

What  bliss,  after  parting  in  fear  and 
pain, 

Is  the  moment  of  meeting  again. 
Vlad.  I  love,  and  not  in  vain : 

I  am  beloved  again. 
Lyd.   Yes,  I  love  thee  ;  I  am  thine. 
Vlad.  and  Lyd.  What  joy  divine  is  mine  to 
hear 

The  tender  woids  from  lips  so  dear. 
All.  The  state  of  things  we  understand, 

And  mean  to  lend  a  helping  hand. 

Our  joint  assistance  pray  command. 
Ltd.  We  trust  in  you 

To  prove  discreetly  true. 
All.   When  the  orb  of  day  hath  set, 

The  muezzin  from  the  minaret 

Calls  the  fiithful  flock  to  prayer; 

Then  for  work  we  mu.>t  prepare. 

Let  no  skulking  spy  be  near, 

Our  designs  to  overhear  ; 


14 


FATINITZA. 


Ad- 


Strive  to  let  the  coast  be  clear. 

Only  pray  for  friendly  night 

To  aid  our  (their)  timely  flight. 

Beg  tlie  moon  to  Iiide  her  light, 

Let  the  clouds  conceal  us  quite 
From  mortal  sight. 
ZuL.  Take  this  useful  key  I  lend  you, 

In  your  need  it  will  befriend  you. 
Bes.  Ope  the  door  you  find  before  you, 

WLich  to  freedom  will  restore  you. 
Noun.  O'er  the  river  clothed  in  ice, 

You  can  scamper  in  a  trice. 
All.  No  delay  ;  come,  haste  away, 

All  is  done  e're  break  of  day. 

When  the  orb,  etc. 

Soon  our  cbance  we  shall  see, 

Only  let  us  prudent  be. 

Enter  Mustapha. 

Must.  All  quiet !     So  much  the  better. 
mit  the  Russian  envoy  ! 

Enter  Julian  and  Steipann. 

Jul.  Salam  alaikura  !  Have  I  the  honor  to— 
Eh,  how's  this  ?     Nobody  here  ? 

St  lap.  I  think  I  caught  sight  of  a  solitary 
Mo-lem  just  now.     Look  ! 

Jul.  But  I  only  know  three  or  four  words  of 
Turkish.  However,  here  goes.  Rabat  lakoum  ! 
— Pillau  !— Bakschisch  !— That  will  fetch  him 
out :  it  means  money. 

Must.  Eftendi ! 

Jul.  What  did  I  say?  Where  is  your 
master? 

Must.  You  shall  bask  in  his  presence  belore 

long. 

Jul.  Good.  And  in  whose  presence  are  we 
basking  at  this  moment,  pray  ? 

Must.  1  am  Mustapha,  Chief  Guard  of  the 
Harem. 

Jul.  Lucky  dog.     But  who  comes  here  1 


Enter  Vladimir. 
Vlad.  Julian's  voice?     I  knew  it  in  a  mo- 
ment.     And  Steipann  too  ?     My  dear  friends, 
you  are  indeed  welcome. 

Must.  Back,  rash  maiden— back  this  instant, 
or  I — 

Jul.  Hush  !  Not  a  syllable.  It's  my  sweet- 
heart. 

Must.  Ah  ! 

Vlad.  Hold  your  tongue.  I  am  his  only 
sister. 

Must.  Oh! 

Stkip.  Silence  !  It  is  the  gentleman's  wife. 

Must.  You  don't  say  so.  Sweetheart— sister 
—wife  !— Oh,  these  Muscovites  ! 

Vlad.  No.  Your  scheme  of  the  ransom  is 
not  a  bad  one,  but  I  have  a  better  project.  Let 
me  speak  to  Steipann  a  moment.     Steipann  ! 

Steip.  Lieutenant !  I  mean  the  lovely  Fati- 
nitza. 

Jul.  Let  the  poor  girl  talk  a  little  to  her  long 
lost  father. 

Vlad.  Here  is  the  key. 

Steip.  1  understand  perfectly ;  and  I've 
brought  your  uniform  in  case  of  need. 


Must.    Away!    I  hear    the  Pasha    coming. 
Begone,  rash  damsel,  or — 

Vlad.  Steipann  knows  all.    Send  him  back 
to  our  quarters  as  quickly  as  possible. 
Must.  Away,  I  say  ! 

Enter  Ypfiz  Pasha. 
Must.  The  Envoy,  your  Highness. 
Yff.  Giaour,  you  are  welcome.      Mustapha, 
Coffee,  Chibouk !    Be  seated,  both  of  you.    You 
come,  then,  stranger,  to  offer  me  a  ransom  for 
one  of  my  prisoners. 

Jul.  For  both,  your  highness. 
Yff.  Understand,  once  for  all,  that  the  fair 
Lydia  remains  with  me.      What  shall  we  say 
for  the  other  one  ? 

Jul.  Two  thousand  roubles  is  more  than 
enough. 

Yff.  Nonsense.  Double  it.  Fatinitza's 
worth  her  weight  in  gold. 

Jul.  Well,  split  the  difference,  and  say  three 
thousand.  I  suppose  I  can  send  the  sergeant 
across  with  a  message  to  the  general.  I've 
nothing  like  the  money  about  me. 

Yff.  Mustapha,  let  yon  Giaour  be  blind- 
folded and  escorted  as  fiir  as  the  river. 

Jul.    And,  Steipann,  tell  the  General  three 
thousand  will  not  be  euongli.     In  fact,  I  leave  it 
to  his  discretion.     Y''ou  understand  ? 
Stkip.  Perfectly.     Leave  it  all  to  me. 
Yff.    Deign   to  partake   of  my   hospitality, 
stranger,  until  the  Muscovite's  return. 
[Enter  Slave, 
Yff.  Champagne  !  [Exit  Slave. 

Jul.  Quee^'  tipple  for  a  Mussulman  !  Pardon 
the  inquiry,  Pasha,  but  a'  e  not  the  followers  of 
the  Prophet  forbidden  to  take  wine  ? 

Yff.  Strictly  ;  but  champagne  is  only  colored 
soda-water.  [Exeunt. 

Jul.  Health,  Pasha ! 
Yff.  Youis.  Do  you  like  it,  stranger  ? 
Jul.  Excellent.  But  let  me  remain  a  stranger 
no  longer.  I  am-  a  traveling  journalist,  Ijy 
name  Julian,  My  mission  is  to, see  everything 
and  go  everyAvhere,  and  put  my  experience 
down  in  black  and  white  for  the  enlightenment 
of  my  species. 

Yff.  Shall  you  put  me  down  in  black  and 
white  ? 

Jul.  In  all  your  glory — palace,  harem,  slaves, 
everything.    How  I  envy  you,  lucky  dog! 
Yff.  It  is  all  my  kismet. 
Jul.  1  beg  pardon  :  your —  ? 
Yff.    Kismet.      It  is    the  Turkish  word  for 
fate. 


DUETTINO.    Julian  and  Yffiz. 
I. 

Yff.  We  are  simply  what  Fortune  pleases  ~ 
Jul.  Borne  about  on  her  changing  breezes. 
Yff.  What  ev'ry  babe  on  earth  will  grow  to- 
JuL.  Where  ev'ry  tiny  stream  will  flow  to— 
Both.  That  is  Fate — Kismet. 

Yff.  a  saint  or  villain  the  babe  may  be, 
Jul.  The  stream  will  perish  or  find  the  sea. 
Both.  'Tis  Fate — Kismet. 

Both.  Since  our  fortune  brings  us  here. 


FATINITZA. 


15 


Let  our  gratitude  shine  full  clear, 
Fill  one  glass,  good  comrade  yet.— 
Let  us  drink  to  Kismet. 


Y  K  F.  Though  the  skies  may  be  frowning  o"er  us — 
Jri..  Though  the  journey  be  rough  before  us — 
Yff.  Ere  long,  to  chide  our  weak  repining, 
Jul.  The  path  may  clear,  the  sun  be  shining. 
Both.  Tnat  is  Fate — Kismet. 

Yff.  No  soul  that  liveth  is  quite  forlorn. 
Jul,  The  night   came  never  that  brought  no 

morn. 
Both.  'Tis  Fate— Kismet ! 

Both.  Since  our  fortune,  etc. 

Jul.  What  a  pity,  old  fellow,  that  the  Koran 
forbids  yon  to  show  me  over  the  Harem. 

Yff.  But  suppose  I  refuse  to  be  forbidden, 
Sir? 

Jul.  Why  not?  What's  the  good  of  being  a 
Pasha  if  you  can't  do  as  you  please  ?  I  say,  I 
should  so  like  to  see  those  lovely  wives  of  yours. 
Fancy  a  long  article  headed  "  The  domestic 
circle  of  a  reformed  Moslem." 

Yff.  Wh  it  a  splen  id  advertisement !  I 
could  get  almost  any  price  for  them  after  that. 
By  the  beard  of  the  Prophet,  you  shall  see 
them.     But  mind,  old  boy,  paws  off ! 

Enter  Mustapha. 
Yff.  Produce  the  women,  dog  ! 

SEXTETT. 

NOUR.  Silver  tinklings,  ringing  brightly. 
From  our  lord  and  master  call. 
Tripping  gaily,  tripping  lightly, 
Let  us  respond,  one  and  all. 
Jul.  Why  veil  that  face,  and  that  form  full 

of  grace  1 
Y'ff.  'Tis  Nourmahal — 'tis  my  joy,  my  love. 

'Tis  she  1  prize  all  the  rest  above. 
ZuL.  Sliver  tinklings,  etc. 
Jul.  a  perfect  pearl ;  a  most  exquisite  girl ! 
Yff.  She  is  a  darling  ;  she  is  a  pet — 
So  dear  a  creature  you  never  met. 

iA  nice  young  man  yon  stranger  ap- 
pears, 
And  words  more  sweet  'tis  rarely  one 
hears. 
Jul.  I've  never  seen  such  a  sight  before. 
Yff.  But  wait  awhile — I  can  show  no  more. 
Dio.  Silver  tinklings,  etc. 
Jul.  Pasha,  what  loveliness  beams   on   my 

sight ! 
Yff.  This  is  Diona,  my  heart's  delight. 
Bes.  Silver  tinklings,  etc. 
Jul.  No  more,  no  more  !     Let  me  rest,  I  im- 
plore. 
Yff.  'Tis  my  own  Besika,  my  dearest, 

Whose  voice  now  thou  hearest. 
Jul.  Ah,  how  I  envy  the  happy  lives 
Of  you  Pashas  with  lots  of  wives. 
^OUR.  (  j^  j^^pg  young  man,  etc. 

Yff.  He  seems  as  though  he  dreams. 
All.  Joy,  joy !     What  a  mirthful  day  ! 
How  shall  we  pass  the  hours  away 


Free,  free,  as  the  boundless  air. 
Nothing  we  hear  that  speaks  of  care. 

Pray  say — pray  say — 
Who  of  to-morrow  can  think  to-day  ? 
Yff.  Ladies  all,  my  worthy  friend  here 
Is  a  reporter. 
Duty  alone  my  friend  could  send  here. 
Since  the  press  we  all  obey. 
Please  to  cast  your  veils  away. 
Jul.  Ah  ! 
All.  Joy,  joy,  etc. 
Yff.  Oh,  say  that  you  love  me;  come,  all  of 

you  say. 
Ladies.  Yea,  yea ! 
Jul.  It  would  not  be  right,  your  Pasha  to 

betray. 
Ladies.  Nay,  nay. 
Yff.  You  cling  to  virtue  ? 
Ladies.  Yea,  yea  ! 
Jul.  It  ne'er  can  hurt  you  ? 
Ladies.  Nay,  nay ! 
Yff.  You  hate  flirtation  ? 
Ladies.  Yea,  yea! 
Jul.  Court  admiration  ? 
Ladies.  Nay,  nay  ! 

If  we  always  have  our  way. 
We  are  happy  the  livelong  day  ; 
For  as  favored  as  we 
Never  mortals  could  be. 
r  Their  life  is  e  ichantment,  by  night  or 
Yff.  ]  by  day, 

Jul.    I  Thus   fleeting  in   calm   and   content- 

(  ment  away. 

Mus.  The  festivities  your  Highness  ordered 

are  prepared. 
Jul.   Our  troops  must  be  on   the  march  by 
this  time. 

Ballet  Divertisement. 

At    conclusion,  K.antschakoff,  Steipann,   and 

Soldiers  enter. 

Kants.  Surrender.  Resistance  is  hopeless. 
Let  nobody  stir.     Where  is  Fatiuitza  ? 

Jul.  She  has  flown,  your  Excellency. 

Kants.  Fatinitza  gone?  Dog  of  a  Pasha, 
you  shall  pay  for  this.  I  annex  all  youi-  wives 
on  the  spot. 

NouR.  What  a  happy  change  ! 

ZuL.  Anything's  better  than  a  Reformer. 

Kants.  As  for  yourself.  Pasha,  the  knout's  in 
pickle  for  you. 

Yff.  Oh,  Kismet,  Kismet ! 

Ensemble. 
Lyd.  Free,  free  from  our  foes  at  last, 
Danger  and  fear  like  dreams  are  past. 
"  Home"  be  our  cry— home  let  us  fly. 
NouR.    "1     Hail,  iiail,  to  this  welcome  change  ; 
Bes.,Zul.  I    Now   for   a  life  both   bright  and 
j  strange. 

Dio.        J    Gladly  we  fly  ;  freedom  our  cry. 
Yff.   What  a  fearful  upset !    It  was  all  my 

Kismet ! 
Kants.  1     We  win  the   day,   then;    so  let's 

away,  then  ; 
Steip.    f    Our  prey  to  the  camp  we'll  convey 
them. 


16 


FATINITZA. 


Jul.       )    No  words  we  bandy — the  knout  is 

^  handy,  etc. 

Buss.  Home  turn  we,  a  conquering  band, 

Back  to  our  cold  and  frosty  land. 

Turks.  Allah  !  what  grief,  what  woe,   this 

overthrow,  etc. 


^CT    IIT. 


Scene. — General  Kantschakopp's     Palace     in 
Odessa.     Enter  Lydia  tcith  Ladies. 

AIR.    Lydia. 
Chime,   ye  bells — abroad  your   gleeful  voices 
flinging  ; 
New  comfort  bringing  in  each  glad  sound. 
Chime,  ye  bells  ;  and  spread,  by  joyously  ring- 
ing* 
Tidings  of  peace  around. 
If  the  merry  bells  would  bring  to  me 
Solace  for  my  heart,  what  bliss  'twould  be. 
Can  they  not  a  word  of  healing  spare 
To  calm  this  breast,  so  filled  with  care  t 
Why,  when  all  beside  are  glad, 
Should  I  alone  remain  so  sad? 
Why,  when  ev'ry  face  is  gay, 
Mourn  I  one  bo  iax  away  ? 
Sweet  bells,  hear  me.     Speak  to  cheer  me  j 
Tell  me,  tell  me  ;  say,  oh  say  ! 
Enter  Steipann. 

Steip.  a  visitor,  a  visitor  !     Hurrah  ! 
All.  Valdimir'? 

Steip.  His  best  friend,  the  journalist. 
Lyd.  How  fortunate.     No   doubt  he   brings 
good  news.     Admit  him  instantly. 
Enter  Julian. 

Jul.  Good  news  indeed,  Princess — I  am  alive 
and  well.  Better  news — Valdimir  is  alive  and 
well,  also.  Best  news — he  is  close  to  this  very 
spot. 

Ltd.  Alive  !    Thank  heaven  ! 

Steip.  My  dear  young  friend,  you  are  the 
prince  of  newsmongers. 

Jul.  He  sent  me  here.  Princess,  to  learn 
whether  the  report  is  true  that  your  uncle  has 
betrothed  you  to  a  certain  Prince  Schverti  — 

Lyd.  It  is  true,  but  I  would  sooner  perish 
than  be  false  to  Vladimir. 

Jul.  Well  said;  and  the  brave  boy  deserves 
your  constancy.  In  the  hottest  of  the  fight  your 
name  has  been  ever  on  his  lips,  and  stimulated 
him  to  prodigies  of  valor.  Well,  Steipann. 
[To  Lyd.]  And  how  is  the  high  and  mighty 
General,  pray  ?  Let  us  hope  that  he  has  by 
this  time  forgotten  Fatinitza. 

Lyd.  Not  at  all.  Her  bright  smile  haunts 
him  still.  These  ladies,  if  you  remember,  were 
her  companions  in  tlie  harem  of  Yfflz  Pasha. 

Jul.  Of  course.  How  could  I  forget  for  a 
moment  such  lovely  faces  ? 

Ltd.  Their  only  occupation  here  is  to  remind 
my  pocr  uncle  of  his  lost  love. 


Jul.  So  you  are  actually  to  be  betrothed  this 
very  day.  It  was  high  time  for  Vladimir  and 
myself  to  come  to  the  rescue. 

Lyd.  And  what  steps  do  you  propose  to  take 

Jul.  Goodness  knows ;  /don't.     Steipann! 

Steip.  Here  ! 

Jul.  Announce  my  presence  to  the  General. 

Steip.  The  General  is  announcing  his  own,  I 
fancy.     Come,  ladies,  let  us  get  out  of  his  way. 

Enter  Kantschakofp. 

Kants.  Thunder  and  linhtning,  what  a  pack 
of  snails  my  servants  are  ?  No  amount  of  knout- 
iug  seems  to  do  them  the  least  good. — Ha,  my 
good  friend  the  journalist  ?  Welcome  to  Odessa. 
What  brings  you  here  ? 

Jul.  Spontaneous  locomotion.  I  came  in 
with  a  detachment  this  morning. 

Kants.  Then  perhaps  you  can  tell  me — But 
stay  a  moment.  I  must  speak  to  my  niece. 
Lydia ! 

Lyd.  Uncle ! 

Kants.  The  Prince  Svertikoff  is  now  in  the 
reception  chamber.  Go  and  give  your  future 
husband  cordial  greeting,  and  don't  forget  that 
he  saved  your  affectionate  Uncle's  life  just  forty 
years  ago. 

Jul.  In  that  case  the  boyish  lover  mast  be  at 
least  fifty- eij;ht. 

Kants.  You  underrate  him.  Sixty  four.  The 
noble  fellow  lost  an  eye  in  rendering  me  the 
service  I  spoke  of,  and  a  cannon  ball  nearly 
deprived  him  of  his  hearing. 

Lyd.  But  I  have  no  taste  for  battered  anti- 
quities. Uncle. 

Kants.  Silence,  girl.  Marry  him  you  must 
and  shall. 

Jui .  You  had  better  obey  him.  Princess, 
while  I  remain  to  try  a  little  conciliation. 

Jul.  May  I  ask  your  Excellency,  why  this 
obstinate  resolve  to  dispose  of  the  lady  against 
her  own  will  ? 

Kants.  The  reason  is  contained  in  one  word 
— Fatinitza ! 

Jul.  Ha !  Vladimir  would  indeed  be  proud 
of  his  conquest  if  he  heard  this. 

Kants.  You  remember  her  mysterious  dis- 
appearance from  the  harem  of  Yfflz  Pasha  ? 
Well,  I  immediately  announced  a  reward  of  one 
hundred  thousand  roubles  for  her  discovery. 

Jul.  Without  any  result?  I  should  rather 
think  so. 

Kants.  Without  the  slightest,  until  to  day. 
Ye.*,  Winka,  the  Bulgarian  spy,  who  has  long 
been  upon  the  track  of  my  Fatinitza,  writes  to 
me  that  he  has  found  her  at  last. 

Jul.  The  deuce  he  has  !  Can  Vladimir  have 
been  masquerading  again  ?  Allow  me  to  con- 
gratulate you,  General.  Two  Fatinitzas.  I'll 
be  hanged  if  I  understand  it. 

Kants.  The  steamer  from  Constantinople  is 
nearly  due.  In  less  than  an  hour  I  shall  clasp 
my  adored  one  to  ray  heart. 

Jul.  Do  so.  General !  if  your  adored  one 
doesn't  object. 

Kants.  And  now  you  see  my  motive  in 
marrying  off  Lydia  out  of  the  way,  and  keeping 


FATINITZA. 


the  coast  clear  for  my  own  union  with  Fatiu- 
itza.     Why  don't  you  congratulate  me  ? 

Jul.  Oh,  I  do,  and  most  cordially.  But  I 
rather  think  that  your  intended  has  a  brother. 

Kants.  Had.  The  poor  young  fellow  got 
killed  in  one  of  our  skirmishes. 

Jdl.  Kot  at  all,  I  assure  you.  On  the  con- 
trary, he  has  returned  covered  with  glory,  and 
will  enter  Odessa  with  a  division  this  very  day. 

Kants.  Alive?  Well,  so  much  the  better. 
My  dear  young  brother-in-law  shall  be  a'  wit- 
ness of  my  happiness. 

Jul.  The  climax  approaches.  May  I  fetch 
him  at  once,  General  ? 

Kants.  Ay,  do  so.  I  shall  be  ready  to  re- 
ceive him  when  I  have  walked  off  the  effect  of 
my  contending  emotions.  [Exit,  r. 

Jul.  Now  for  Vladimii-.  How  is  all  this  to 
end,  I  wonder  ? 

Enter  Lydia. 

Jul.  Ah,  Princess  !  Calm  yourself.  He  will 
be  here  directly. 

Lyd.  Vladimir ! 

Jul.  Do  as  I  direct  you,  and  you  shall  be  man 
and  wife  before  the  day  is  over. 

Lyd.  Is  it  possible  *? 

Enter  Vladimir. 

TEIO.     Lydia,  Vladimir,  Julian. 
Vlad.  and  Lyd.  Again,  love,  we  meet. 

What  joy,  what  gladness,  what  delight! 
Kind  fortune  hath  sent  this  vision  sweet 

To  bless  my  longing  sight. 
And  hope's  loved  accents  tell  my  heart 

We  meet  no  more  to  part. 
Jul.  Pray  cease  to  bill  and  coo  ;  wcVe  some- 
tbing  else  to  do. 
jyelex  joviv  tete-u-tete ;  you've   not  seen 
all  your  troubles  through. 
Your  uncle  is  at  hand 
To  spoil  what  I  have  plaun'd. 
Vlad.  No  pow'r  on  earth  shall  interfere 

To  make  me  part  with  Lydia  dear. 
Lyd.  E'en  death  itself,  though  strong  it  be, 

Shall  never  part  my  love  and  me, 
Jul.  To  talk  of  death  is  most  romantic, 

I've  heard  that  love  will  drive  one  frantic. 
Your  vows  could  scarce  be  stronger — 
But  wait  a  little  lonyer. 

Till  the  laugh  of  Jove  above 
Rewards  the  perjuiies  of  love. 
We  have  been  so  sad  and  lonely, 
Till  we  met  each  other  now.  • 
We  ask  two  minutes  only  ; 

'Tis  a  boon  you  must  allow. 
Yes,  I  jj^'ant  what  you  desire. 
Two  minutes  only  we  require. — 
At  night  when  all  was  calm  around. 
And  nature  slept  without  a  sound, 
When  all  was  hush'd  as  husb'd  could  be, 

I  di'eamt  of  thee  ! 
Upon  the  sward  the  moonbeam  slept. 
The  stars  alone  theii*  night-watch  kept. 

Yet  in  my  breast 
My  beating  heart  was  ne'er  at  rest. 
Tick,  tack,  to  and  fro,  tick,  tack,  never  slow, 


Lyd. 


Jul. 
Lyd 


Like  some  spirit-song 
Angels  chant  the  whole  night  long. 
All.  Tick,  tack,»to  and  fro,  etc. 
Jul.  Time  is  up,   I  must  remind  you. 
What  would  Lydia's  uncle  say, 
Should  His  Excellency  find  you 
Going  on  in  such  a  way  ! 
Vlad.  Say,  will  he  then  my  suit  reject  ? 
Lyd.  No  hope  from  him  can  you  expect. 
Jul.  Your  pray'rs  will  meet  with  no  effect. 
Her  uncle  admires  you  ; 
He  calls  you  Fatinitza, 
To  wed  him  he  desires  you. 
Vlad.  He  seeks  me  for  his  bride  ? 
Jul.  He  seeks  you  for  his  bride. 
All.  Ha,  ha! 

Vlad.  Allow  me  just  two  minutes,  pray. 
Reflect — I  have  so  much  to  say  : 

So  much  unsaid  before— 
'Twill  only  take  two  minutes  more. 
Jul.  Two  minutes?     Well,  I  grant  it; 
But  not  one  single  second  more. 
Vt,ad.  My  word  of  honor.  Sir,  I  give. 
That  I  will  ask  no  longer,  as  I  live. 

In  the  thick  of  the  fight 
When  on  the  foes  we  were  advancing. 
And  the  sound  of  the  trumpet-call 
To  the  heart  was  a  thrill. — Hurrah  ! 
I  could  fancy  those  eyes 
Ever  in  front  of  me  were  glancing; 
I  could  fancy  that  form  of  thine 
Was  my  talisman  still. 
And,  when  the  fight  was  fierce  and  fast 

Still  the  form — the  eyes — were  there  ; 
Until  at  last — the  combat  past — 
All  my  dream  dissolved  in  air. 
Charge,  charge !  the  clarions  cry. 

Sec,  the  standard  waves. 
Forward,  to  do  or  die  ; 

Flight  was  meant  for  slaves. 
Hark,  hark  ;  the  bugle's  call. 

Haste  to  join  the  ft  ay  ; 
March  one,  march  all ; 

May  Vict'ry  crown  the  day. 
Jul.  But  hush  !  Be  silent,  lady,  pray, 

Your  Uncle  can't  be  far  away. 
Vlad.  Our  foe  is  he,  and  this  will  be 

The  next  encounter  we  shall  see. 
All.  Charge,  charge,  etc.       [Exit  Lydia,  r. 
Jul.  Courage,  my  boy ;  here  comes  the  Geu- 
cr;ii.     Prepare  to  receive  cavalry.     I'll  prompt 
you  if  he  asks  any  questions. 

Enter  Kantschakoff. 

Kants.  Ecstasy  !  Rapture  !  The  steamer  is 
in  sight. — Why  what  is  this?  Do  my  eyes  de- 
ceive me  ?— Fatinitza  ? 

Jul.  Let  me  introduce  to  you  Lieutenant 
Vladimir  Dimitrovitch  of  the  Tcherkess  regi- 
ment. 

Kants.  Come  to  my  arms,  young  man.  Have 
you  told  him  all  about  it  ? 

Jul.  Not  a  word. 

Kants.  Then  mine  shall  be  the  pleasing  task. 
— Lieutenant,  in  ten  minutes  I  will  restore  to 
your  arms  your  long-lost  sister,  Fatinitza. 


18 


FATINITZA. 


Vlad.  Nonsense,  you're — Oh,  I'm  so  de- 
lighted.    But  how  did  you  find  her  ? 

Kants.  In  due  time  ^ou  shall  know  all. 
Meanwhile  I  ai^point  you  my  aide-de-camp,  with 
the  rank  of  Major. 

Vlad.  Major?     Oh,  your  Excellency  ! 

Kants.  And  you  shall  reside  here  in  the  Pal- 
ace. You  shall  never  leave  ua.  But  answer 
me.     Have  you  any  parents  ? 

Vlad.  Not  a  single  parent. 

Kants.  Then  you  are  the  head  of  the  family. 
Major,  allow  one  to  ask  the  hand  of  your  sister 
in  marriage. 

Jul.  Say  no. 

Vlad.  But  I  am  so  ry  to  say,  Gleneral,  that 
she  is  already  betrothed. 

Kants.  Pooh,  pooh ;  I'll  arrange  all  that. 

Vlad.  Impossible. 

Kants.  How  so  ?  Surely,  Sir,  you  would  uot 
compel  her  to  marry  any  one  but  myself? 

Vlad.  Are  you  not  compelling  the  Princess 
Lydia  to — 

Kants.  I  am  her  uncle,  sir,  her  only  uncle. 

Vlad.  And  I  am  Fatinitza's  brother. 

Kants.  That's  true.  Thunder  and  lightning, 
what's  to  be  done  ?  She  must  and  shall  be 
mine.  Can't  you  settle  this  for  me,  my  dear 
friend?  Let  him  ask  whatever  he  pleases  in 
return. 

Jul.  Out  with  it.    Propose  for  Lydia. 

Vlad.  Oh  General,  if  I  only  dared — 

Kants.  What  is  it,  man  ?    Dare  away  ! 

Vlad.  Well,  then,  I — I  love  your  niece,  and 
cannot  be  haj>py  without  her. 

Kants.  Mercy  on  us,  here's  insolence.  A 
paltry  Lieutenant — 

Vlad.  Major,  if  you  please. 

Kamts.  True,  I  forgot  your  promotion.  But 
it  cannot  be.     Lydia  is  promised  to  another. 

Jul.  Look  here,  gentlemen,  the  matter  can 
easily  be  arranged.  Let  each  of  you  send  the 
other's  rival  to  the  right-about. 

Kants.  Good.  I  am  sure  a  deaf  old  idiot  like 
Svertikoff  is  not  worthy  of  my  niece. 

Vlad.  And,  of  course,  if  you  are  sure  that  it 
is  yourself  alone  that  my  sister  loves. 

Kants.  Positive.  Then  that  is  agreed.  I'll 
call  the  Princess.  Lydia!  We  shall  be  as  happy 
as  doves  in  a  cage. 

Enter  Lydia,  attended  by  ladks. 

Kants.  Come  hither,  child.  You  know  I  am 
a  man  of  iron  will.  Now,  I  have  suddenly  de- 
termined that  you  shall  not  marry  the  Prince 
Svertikoff. 

Ltd.  How  delightful !     But  why,  uncle. 

Kants.  Because  he  is  too  old,  or  else  because 
you  are  too  young.  I  should  think  that  my  dear 
friend  Major  Vladiniiv  would  be  more  likely  to 
meet  your  approval. 

Lyd.  But  really — all  this  is  so  very  sudden, 
and  so  unexpected. 

Kants.  No  matter.  You  know  my  iron  will. 
Let  us  get  the  wedding  over  before  Fatinitza's 


arrival.  Luckily  everything  is  in  readiness.  1 
told  them  to  make  preparations  for  my  own 
marriage. 

Enter   Quests. 

Kants  (bowing).  Welcome  all,  friends.  Be- 
hold the  happy  pair.  Let  us  lose  no  time  in 
making  them  still  happier.  To  the  Chapel! 
When  you  return  I  will  present  to  you  my 
bride. 

Jul.  Lucky  dog:  I  wish  you  joy.  By-the- 
bye",  where  is  the  ring  that  the  General  slipt  on 
Fatinitza's  finger  when  that  little  matrimonial 
engagement  occuixed  ?  Riglit ;  now  leave  every- 
thing to  me. 

CHORUS. 

Joy,  joy,  joy  to  the  bride. 

Whose  beauty  beams  before  us. — 
Her  praises  chant  in  chorus. 
Sing,  sing,  loudly  we  sini;-; 
Tins  lovely  prize  we  bring. 
Ev'ry  faithful  heart  rejoices. 
Lift  up  your  hearts  and  voices. 
Peal,  peal  nuptial  bells, 

A  hymn  to  extol  her  beauty  ; 
Each  glad  note  that  swells, 
Exults  in  the  welcome  duty. 
Far,  far  yoiir  greetings  fling  ; 
Make  all  the  Aveikin  ring.    Ilurrah. 
Fatinitza,  Fatinitza,  who  can  paint  t.iose  charms 
of  thine  ? 
Bright  be  the  futiu'e  that  dawns  this  day  be- 
fore thee. 
Fatinitza,  Fatinitza — sure  those  graces  half  di- 
vi'^e, 
Must,  like  a  spell,  compel  the  coldest  to  adore 

thee. 
Kants.  At  last    I   shall   again    behold    her. 
Thunder  and   lightning !      A   negress  I       Dog, 
wliiit  means  this  vile  imposture  ?     Pll  have  you 
flayed  alive. 

WiNKA.  I  declare  the  lady's  name  is  Fati- 
nitza, your  Excellency. 

Enter  Julian. 

Jul.  I  can  explain  all.  Winka  has  been  de- 
ceived. This  letter  is  from — pardon  this  tear. 
General — from  poor  Fatinitza  herself.  I  dread 
the  worst. 

Kants.  Give  it  me.  Quick  !  "  Beloved, 
when  this  reaches  you  I  shall  be  no  more.  ^ly 
affection  for  you — the  anguish  of  our  sei)aration 
— have  brought  me  to  an  early  grave.  I  return 
t!ie  pledge  of  our  betrothal.  Farewell.  The 
last  iftvmo  on  my  lips  will  be  that  of  Timofey 
Kantscliakoff.  Ever  thine,  Fatinitza."  Really, 
this  is  extremely  touching. 

Vlad.  Thank  Goodn(^ss  it's  over.  How  have 
you  managed  about  Fatinitza? 

Jul.  I've  killed  her.     A  broken  heart ! 

Vlad.  What  a  relief!  [To  Knnts.]  Con- 
."Tntulate  me,  uncle. 

Kants.  Bless  you,  my  children.     Be  happy  ! 

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